the rehearsal dinner from hell, but as I stood there, surrounded by gawkers, I reconsidered.
"A shot of tequila would be wonderful," I said, trying to sound confident in the choice.
"Sure thing, babe." He took one more peek at my boobs and winked, before turning to grab the bottle.
"Make that two," a voice from behind me said. The body it belonged to slid a hand onto my shoulder and sat down next to me.
He wore baggy pants that slid low on his hips and a white hoodie that was up, but unzipped. He had sunglasses on, like he was trying to conceal his identity.
I was confused for a moment by the stranger who was not only sitting much too close, but still had his hand on my shoulder. He lowered the sunglasses briefly, showing me his eyes. It was the stripper who had been in my lap less than ten minutes before.
"Hey," he said with a nod, taking in a better look of me in the brighter light.
The little voice in my head wanted me to tell the idiot to get his hand off me and back the fuck up. The thing was, my body, which tingled under his touch, liked his hand on me and wanted more.
"Hey," I said and tipped back the shot of tequila.
The bartender glared at the stripper and huffed, then moved on to the next victim sitting halfway down the bar.
"I'm Sam." He smiled as he moved his seat closer and our legs brushed.
The jolt of electricity that passed between us left me momentarily unable to respond. He trailed his fingertips from my shoulder, down my arm, past the skirt of my dress, and onto my thigh. My breath caught, starving my lungs of oxygen. He chuckled and pulled his hand back, which allowed my lungs to function again.
"Lexi," I whispered, failing at my attempt to sound confident.
"Mmm, I like that. Listen, babe, I gotta get back for the next set but I wanna see you later." He leaned in, millimeters from my lips and continued. "Come play with me," he whispered against my lips as he placed something in my hand. My mouth hung open as he walked away.
I looked down at the item clutched in my fingers. It was a hotel room key stamped with the logo from the place across the street. A stripper wanted me to meet him. At a hotel. I motioned to the bartender for another shot, shocked. I was in totally uncharted territory.
***
I slid back into my seat next to Kat just in time to see Sam walk out onto the stage dressed as a fireman, swinging a long hose between his legs. I tried not to look. I didn't need to be further tempted by everything he had to offer, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
I wonder what Sebastian would look like half naked, dancing on that stage.
I blinked my eyes a few times, dragging myself back to reality.
Whoa, where did that come from? Get a grip Lexi.
I was actually considering going over to that hotel for random stranger sex with some stripper. Not to mention I was fantasizing about seeing another guy naked I not only just met, but threw myself at a day ago.
What is happening to me?
"You okay?" Kat yelled above the music into my ear.
I considered lying to her, but she would know. I pulled out the key card and handed it to Kat.
"Wow. Where did you get that?" She eyed me curiously.
I glanced over to Sam up on the stage, finishing his act with some fire props that had all the ladies screaming in delight.
"Oh. My. God. The stripper? Are you serious?" Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She held the card up like it was the last golden ticket and Willy Wonka was standing up on the stage.
I was sure Sam caught on to what was happening, because he broke out into a dazzling smile and winked at me.
Again, I was thankful for the low lights. I didn't think I had blushed as much in my whole life as I had that week. The alcohol didn't help the situation, bringing a stinging heat to my cheeks. Jamie and Becca shot us funny looks, clearly not wanting to miss any gossip.
"Keep it down, please," I begged. "I don't want everyone knowing."
"You're going to go, right? I mean, you have to go.
"A shot of tequila would be wonderful," I said, trying to sound confident in the choice.
"Sure thing, babe." He took one more peek at my boobs and winked, before turning to grab the bottle.
"Make that two," a voice from behind me said. The body it belonged to slid a hand onto my shoulder and sat down next to me.
He wore baggy pants that slid low on his hips and a white hoodie that was up, but unzipped. He had sunglasses on, like he was trying to conceal his identity.
I was confused for a moment by the stranger who was not only sitting much too close, but still had his hand on my shoulder. He lowered the sunglasses briefly, showing me his eyes. It was the stripper who had been in my lap less than ten minutes before.
"Hey," he said with a nod, taking in a better look of me in the brighter light.
The little voice in my head wanted me to tell the idiot to get his hand off me and back the fuck up. The thing was, my body, which tingled under his touch, liked his hand on me and wanted more.
"Hey," I said and tipped back the shot of tequila.
The bartender glared at the stripper and huffed, then moved on to the next victim sitting halfway down the bar.
"I'm Sam." He smiled as he moved his seat closer and our legs brushed.
The jolt of electricity that passed between us left me momentarily unable to respond. He trailed his fingertips from my shoulder, down my arm, past the skirt of my dress, and onto my thigh. My breath caught, starving my lungs of oxygen. He chuckled and pulled his hand back, which allowed my lungs to function again.
"Lexi," I whispered, failing at my attempt to sound confident.
"Mmm, I like that. Listen, babe, I gotta get back for the next set but I wanna see you later." He leaned in, millimeters from my lips and continued. "Come play with me," he whispered against my lips as he placed something in my hand. My mouth hung open as he walked away.
I looked down at the item clutched in my fingers. It was a hotel room key stamped with the logo from the place across the street. A stripper wanted me to meet him. At a hotel. I motioned to the bartender for another shot, shocked. I was in totally uncharted territory.
***
I slid back into my seat next to Kat just in time to see Sam walk out onto the stage dressed as a fireman, swinging a long hose between his legs. I tried not to look. I didn't need to be further tempted by everything he had to offer, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
I wonder what Sebastian would look like half naked, dancing on that stage.
I blinked my eyes a few times, dragging myself back to reality.
Whoa, where did that come from? Get a grip Lexi.
I was actually considering going over to that hotel for random stranger sex with some stripper. Not to mention I was fantasizing about seeing another guy naked I not only just met, but threw myself at a day ago.
What is happening to me?
"You okay?" Kat yelled above the music into my ear.
I considered lying to her, but she would know. I pulled out the key card and handed it to Kat.
"Wow. Where did you get that?" She eyed me curiously.
I glanced over to Sam up on the stage, finishing his act with some fire props that had all the ladies screaming in delight.
"Oh. My. God. The stripper? Are you serious?" Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She held the card up like it was the last golden ticket and Willy Wonka was standing up on the stage.
I was sure Sam caught on to what was happening, because he broke out into a dazzling smile and winked at me.
Again, I was thankful for the low lights. I didn't think I had blushed as much in my whole life as I had that week. The alcohol didn't help the situation, bringing a stinging heat to my cheeks. Jamie and Becca shot us funny looks, clearly not wanting to miss any gossip.
"Keep it down, please," I begged. "I don't want everyone knowing."
"You're going to go, right? I mean, you have to go.
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