He's so totally hot ,and you haven't been with anyone since Marcus." She was literally bouncing in her seat with excitement, and if she hadn't been dating my brother, I would have suggested she take the card herself.
"I don't know, Kat. I don't think it's a good idea." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. The truth was, I was actually considering going. She was right. He was totally hot, and I could use a little fun, but still I hesitated. Hooking up with random guys was just not something I did.
"Come on," she demanded, pulling me up and toward the bathroom.
"This really isn't necessary," I insisted, once the door closed behind us.
"Oh, but I think it is. Listen, hon, I know this has been a crappy year for you, but maybe it's time for a change. If you do the same thing over and over, you will get the same result. It's time to try something new. Do something different, starting with fucking that hot ass stripper."
I looked in the mirror and took a breath. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for me to make some changes, take some risks. She handed me back the card key that was still in her hand.
"Anyway, I'm so jealous, so you have to go. I need to live vicariously through you for some dirty, stripper sex," she said, giving me one of those signature Katarina looks that told me she knew she was only millimeters away from breaking through my frigid wall of denial and self-doubt.
I shoved the card into my purse, just in case. "I guess I can think about it."
Kat touched up our makeup, and we headed back into the thumping music. I thought about hiding in the bathroom for a while. The thought of one more perfect specimen of man taking his clothes off and body rolling his way across the stage was too much. My body wanted more, regardless of what my mind thought was right.
We watched the rest of the show without incident, thankfully, and hung out in our little VIP section, drinking and laughing. The alcohol calmed my nerves as the music blared through the space and everyone started to dance. I lost myself to the feelings and shut off my mind. Legs moved, arms swayed, the beat of the music was my guide. It was the most alive I'd felt in longer than I could remember and I liked it. I wanted more.
Antonio brushed up against me as he squeezed by to clear empty glasses and drop off new drinks. The innocent touch set my skin on fire. Rationally, I wanted to fight the feelings and stay safely in my comfort zone, but my rational side was losing the battle. I had needs that couldn't be satisfied by my brain. Other parts of my body were grabbing the reins and taking over.
I grabbed Jamie by the arm and pulled her close so she would hear me above the music. "Don't be mad, but I'm gonna head out early."
"After that hangover, I'm surprised you made it this long," she yelled into my ear. "Feel better. I'm going to need you tomorrow!"
I pulled her into a hug and squeezed tight. Then grabbed my purse and waved at the other girls. I winked at Kat and flashed the card to let her know I made up my mind.
Oh my God. I'm actually doing this.
I stopped by the bar for one last shot of tequila. Too much alcohol would land me in the same situation as the night before, but not enough and I was afraid I'd get in my car and drive straight home. That last shot was just the right amount, so I made my way across the street. I stopped at my car to toss in my purse, only taking the card key with me and tried to ignore the butterflies doing back flips of Olympic training proportion in my stomach.
CHAPTER SIX
As I went up the elevator, my courage waivered and I wished I'd taken another shot or two. The room number on the card key was at the end of the hall. I forced my feet down the carpeted floor one step at a time, trying not to turn and run for it.
I took a deep breath as I approached the door. I can do this , I told myself. I started to put the card into the door, but froze. My hand refused to comply and
"I don't know, Kat. I don't think it's a good idea." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. The truth was, I was actually considering going. She was right. He was totally hot, and I could use a little fun, but still I hesitated. Hooking up with random guys was just not something I did.
"Come on," she demanded, pulling me up and toward the bathroom.
"This really isn't necessary," I insisted, once the door closed behind us.
"Oh, but I think it is. Listen, hon, I know this has been a crappy year for you, but maybe it's time for a change. If you do the same thing over and over, you will get the same result. It's time to try something new. Do something different, starting with fucking that hot ass stripper."
I looked in the mirror and took a breath. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for me to make some changes, take some risks. She handed me back the card key that was still in her hand.
"Anyway, I'm so jealous, so you have to go. I need to live vicariously through you for some dirty, stripper sex," she said, giving me one of those signature Katarina looks that told me she knew she was only millimeters away from breaking through my frigid wall of denial and self-doubt.
I shoved the card into my purse, just in case. "I guess I can think about it."
Kat touched up our makeup, and we headed back into the thumping music. I thought about hiding in the bathroom for a while. The thought of one more perfect specimen of man taking his clothes off and body rolling his way across the stage was too much. My body wanted more, regardless of what my mind thought was right.
We watched the rest of the show without incident, thankfully, and hung out in our little VIP section, drinking and laughing. The alcohol calmed my nerves as the music blared through the space and everyone started to dance. I lost myself to the feelings and shut off my mind. Legs moved, arms swayed, the beat of the music was my guide. It was the most alive I'd felt in longer than I could remember and I liked it. I wanted more.
Antonio brushed up against me as he squeezed by to clear empty glasses and drop off new drinks. The innocent touch set my skin on fire. Rationally, I wanted to fight the feelings and stay safely in my comfort zone, but my rational side was losing the battle. I had needs that couldn't be satisfied by my brain. Other parts of my body were grabbing the reins and taking over.
I grabbed Jamie by the arm and pulled her close so she would hear me above the music. "Don't be mad, but I'm gonna head out early."
"After that hangover, I'm surprised you made it this long," she yelled into my ear. "Feel better. I'm going to need you tomorrow!"
I pulled her into a hug and squeezed tight. Then grabbed my purse and waved at the other girls. I winked at Kat and flashed the card to let her know I made up my mind.
Oh my God. I'm actually doing this.
I stopped by the bar for one last shot of tequila. Too much alcohol would land me in the same situation as the night before, but not enough and I was afraid I'd get in my car and drive straight home. That last shot was just the right amount, so I made my way across the street. I stopped at my car to toss in my purse, only taking the card key with me and tried to ignore the butterflies doing back flips of Olympic training proportion in my stomach.
CHAPTER SIX
As I went up the elevator, my courage waivered and I wished I'd taken another shot or two. The room number on the card key was at the end of the hall. I forced my feet down the carpeted floor one step at a time, trying not to turn and run for it.
I took a deep breath as I approached the door. I can do this , I told myself. I started to put the card into the door, but froze. My hand refused to comply and
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