My eyes are glued to the stage. The woman is now dancing seductively around the man, her hands all over his chest. She rips off his shirt and my jaw drops open, again.
“Hallo hotness,” Riza says, “I hope she keeps stripping him.”
He takes the ripped shirt and ties the woman’s hands behind her back. I sit up a bit straighter in my chair. I’ve only read about men tying women up. Seeing it is a bit shocking, but hot at the same time.
He pushes her down on the floor and as he reaches for her panties, I look away. This is way too much for me.
“Oh hell,” Kelly squeals, “He just ripped off her panties!”
“I don’t need a running commentary! I’m going to the toilet,” I hiss. I follow the sign and let out a breath of relief as the toilet’s door closes behind me, muting the music and sounds.
I take my time in the toilet, in no hurry to go back. This is not my kind of thing. Where Riza and Kelly don’t mind watching porn once in a while, I don’t like watching. It’s too fake and I want to experience the emotion that goes with sex, not just the act itself. I love reading about it, and imagining the things myself. I don’t like seeing it. I get too flustered with embarrassment and then the girls take advantage of it and tease me mercilessly.
When I head back to the table I find it empty. I didn’t see them going to the toilet and start to look around. Where the hell did they go?
“Your friends are seated on the balcony,” a waiter informs me. My eyes dart up and meet a happy looking Riza. She waves at me.
I can’t believe they’ve gone and sat with those men!
“I’ll show you the way,” the waiter pulls my attention back to him. I’m reluctant to follow him, but my friends are there and we promised to always stick together. I’m out voted on this one.
I follow the waiter to a door at the back of the club. There’s a narrow passage that leads to what looks like an exit. To my immediate right is another door and a little further down is one to my left. The waiter opens for me the door and shows for me to go in. I take the stairs slowly, trying to prolong the moment before I have to face a table full of strange men.
I see the blonde guy first, he’s sitting between Kelly and Riza. Kelly’s eyes are on the stage, and Riza is smiling up at the blonde guy.
Kelly spots me and smiles. “That’s Garrett,” she points to the man nearest to me. His dark brown hair is cut short and neat. He’s sporting a day old beard that makes him look dangerously handsome. He stands up and I see he’s wearing jeans and a charcoal shirt. I’m staring so much I almost miss it as Kelly goes on to introduce the others. “And this is Justin.” My eyes jump to the other man. There are some similarities between Garrett and Justin, but Justin’s hair is longer and he’s clean shaven. They both have the darkest shade of brown eyes I’ve ever seen. “And this is Warren,” she ends by introducing the blonde guy.
Riza’s eyes are still sparkling up at Warren. She must be pleased with the attention he’s giving her.
“Let me,” Garrett says politely, pulling out a chair between himself and Justin for me. I hate that the men have separated us from each other by sitting between us.
~*~
Chapter Two
Kristine~
Okay, so the men aren’t that bad. Actually, Warren is quite the joker.
“So, where are you from?” I’ve been trying to keep my eyes from going to Garrett or Justin. I either look at the stage or Warren and Riza, but now that Garrett has asked me a direct question I have to look at him.
He’s leaning back in his chair, one hand splayed on the armrest and his other hand braced under his chin. Dammit, he looks freaking yummy. The shorter hairstyle makes him look more serious than Justin. You can easily see he’s the older brother. Kelly asked Justin if they are related. I’d never be that forward.
Garrett is staring at me with a piercing look hiding in the depth of his eyes. I smile, and this time I’m more successful than when I took a seat.
“I’m from Rhode Island.”
He moves his body and chair so he’s facing me. “You’ve lived there all your life?”
I smile again, and this time it’s a nervous smile. The man is so damn intimidating just sitting there. Way too much man for me!
“Yeah, my parents still live there.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you close to your parents?”
“I haven’t seen them in a while, but we’re a pretty close-knitted family.”
“Can I order you another drink?” As he asks this, I notice the waiter standing by Kelly. She’s ordering something … again. I know we don’t have to drive home, but at the rate she’s going she won’t even be able to find the exit!