“Anna,” I groaned. “That’s totally ridiculous.”
“What’s totally ridiculous?” a deep voice behind me said.
I turned around quickly with my heart beating fast. It was him.
“Nothing.” I gave him a small smile, not wanting to appear too eager.
“She’s talking about my new boyfriend.” Anna smiled widely, making it very obvious that she also found him attractive. “She thinks it’s ridiculous that we’re going to make out all day.”
“Anna, he’s not—” I started, but the man interrupted me.
“There’s nothing wrong with making out all day.” His voice was smooth. “Though making love is much more preferable.”
“I’ll say.” Anna grinned as my face turned a deep red.
“Enjoy your night, ladies.” He looked into my eyes and then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Though it would be more preferable to me if I were to see your face turning red because I was making you come rather than making you uncomfortable.” He pulled back and laughed as I gasped in shock.
I wasn’t sure whether I should slap him or shout at him, but he was gone before I could make a decision. I felt oddly disappointed that he had left so quickly. My body was burning up inside, and while I was disgusted by his vulgarity, I was also incredibly turned on.
“He was pretty hot, huh?” Anna grabbed my arm. “If I didn’t have Max, I might have gone for him.”
“You don’t have Max, Anna.” I rolled my eyes. “You can’t go around telling people that some guy you just met is your boyfriend.”
“Who cares?” She laughed.
“What if he hears you?”
“So what?” She laughed louder this time, and I frowned.
“Just how much have you had to drink?” I leaned down and looked into her eyes. “You’re so much drunker than I thought, aren’t you?”
“Stop ruining this for me, Lola.” She gave me a petulant look. “I need some fun. Shit, we both need some fun. Isn’t that why we came to London?”
“We came to study abroad.”
“We came to study abroad and expand our horizons. Shit, if we want the same boring lives we had in Florida, then we might as well have just stayed in Florida. Let’s have some fun. Let’s be wild and crazy.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed while surreptitiously looking around the room to see if I could see the sex god again.
“I’m going.” She shrugged and then stumbled as she walked away. “I don’t care what you say.”
“Anna.” I grabbed ahold of her arm. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Hello. I’ve been waiting for you.” A tall man swooped in and grabbed Anna around the waist. “We should leave.” He looked around the room quickly and started walking.
“Okay, Max,” she giggled and leaned into him.
I felt annoyed that I was going to have to leave the exhibit before I even got to meet my professor and get to hear him give his talk.
“You owe me,” I hissed as I followed Anna and Max out of the room. I grabbed ahold of Anna’s arm and she smiled at me happily.
“Yay to a fun Lola.”
“I think we will have a lot of fun tonight.” Max’s eyes lit up as he realized I was coming with them.
I was pretty sure he thought he was in for some sort of threesome, but I didn’t bother to correct him. He’d find out soon enough that I had no interest in doing anything with him aside from punching him in the face if he tried anything on Anna. What sort of guy wanted to hook up with a drunk girl anyway?
Every guy, Lola, a voice in my head whispered, and I smiled to myself as I realized what a hypocrite I was. I wasn’t sure I would have said no if the sex god had tried to make a move on me. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d be in a back room somewhere, pulling up my skirt and hoping he’d have his wicked way with me. Not that I’d ever done that before, but what Anna had said was true. We’d come on this trip to live a little dangerously, and steamy sex with hot strangers qualified as dangerous. Not that I was sure I’d actually be able to go through with it. I wasn’t that type of girl.
I stared at my reflection in the big mirror in the foyer of the museum and took in my appearance. I looked the same as ever. Long, light brown hair, light brown eyes, slender-ish body—definitely not skinny. I’d never be skinny; I enjoyed sweet goods too much. My skirt and top looked plain and boring. Though, ultimately, I was happy with my reflection. My makeup had held up well. My eyes looked big and bright, thanks to the mascara and eyeliner, and my red lipstick was killer. I looked pretty, if not gorgeous. And I was fine with that. I wasn’t really one who liked to be the center of attention. Not normally.