This was Viv perpetrating a sneak attack from the side and to make certain her important message was received over the music, she was shouting at Knight.
His head had turned to her. My heart had stopped beating. And Christie, Helen and Monica wisely affected a hasty retreat.
“I get you,” Knight replied.
“And there may be some universe where my girl Anya wears cheap shoes and saves for a fucking cell phone but this one isn’t it. Therefore she’s been living a travesty. I’m glad you’re sorting that shit out,” she went on, again loudly.
I felt Knight’s arm slide around my waist as I watched his lips twitch but he did not reply.
I, however, did.
“Viv, now’s a good time to shut up.”
“Men understand direct communication. It’s bitches who speak in code,” she returned.
Knight’s arm got tight, pulling my side into his.
I liked this, it felt nice. I wanted to enjoy it.
But since my friend was crawling up my nose being as she could be, direct, protective and crazy, instead of doing that, I retorted to Viv, “Right, well you communicated pretty directly. Now shut… up.”
“He bought you that dress, those shoes so he’s way into you in a way nothing I can do would make him less into you,” Vivica shot back.
“Let’s not test that, shall we?” I suggested loudly.
“As entertaining as this is,” Knight broke in, “if you wouldn’t mind, I wanna steal her a second.”
“Be my guest,” Vivica agreed magnanimously, sweeping her arm out and everything.
The good news was, Knight immediately moved me to a darkish corner where there was privacy, a booth seat lining the wall and no one around and the no one I wanted to be around at that moment was freaking Viv. The other good news was, Sandrine was tipsy and therefore on the dance floor dancing by herself which was her way. This wouldn’t last long since one, two, five or twelve guys would join her eventually. But it meant she wasn’t there so she could not also embarrass me. And the last good news was that Knight was there. Finally.
And there was no bad news.
We got to the corner, Knight shifted me in a way I knew he wanted me to plant my bottom in the seat so I did. He moved in beside me, close beside me, slid an arm along the back of the booth seat but his eyes went across the platform, locked on something and he jerked up his chin.
I followed his eyes and saw the cocktail waitress rushing our way.
Then I felt my glass sliding out of my hand. I looked down to see it was now in Knight’s then I followed it to watch him hand it off to the cocktail waitress.
“Anya gets San Pellegrino the rest of the night starting now,” he ordered, she nodded and dashed away.
I looked at Knight.
“What? Why? I have a VIP card. Kathleen dropped it off for me. I’ve never been a VIP. I need to live it up.”
“Babe, you’re mine. Anytime you’re in Slade you’re a VIP and drink free.”
Oh.
Cool.
“Really?” I asked.
He stared at me then shook his head and one side of his mouth curved up.
I guessed that was my answer since he said nothing further and although his head shake was negative my guess was his answer was positive.
Since he didn’t say anything, I did.
“Why water, Knight? I’m not drunk. I’m not even tipsy.”
“And you’re not gonna get that way. I’ll fuck you drunk, baby, but not the first time.”
My breath left me in a hard whoosh.
Knight kept talking. “So water, the rest of the night. You get me?”
I nodded.
His eyes moved over my face.
Then he asked, “You got anything for me?”
I stared. Then I panicked.
He gave me a driver, a VIP section and four free drinks (as well as unlimited San Pellegrino not to mention the dress I was wearing, etc.). Was I supposed to bring a thank you gift?
“Uh…” I mumbled then stopped.
“Anya, I haven’t seen you since Tuesday.”
This was true.
“I know,” I somewhat yelled over the music.
“And you got nothin’ for me?”
“Um…” I began, stopped then bit my lip.
His twitched, he dipped his face close and ordered, “Baby, fuckin’ kiss me.”
Oh.
God.
Oh God!
I’d never kissed him and he’d only kissed me once. And when he did, I didn’t really kiss him back I just went along for the ride.
Oh God.
God!
Well, fuck it. If I sucked it would only mean my world coming to an end.
No pressure.
Damn.
I lifted a hand to his neck, tipped my face back, held his eyes and pressed my lips to his.
Then I closed my eyes as I smelled his cologne.
God. Amazing.
I ran my tongue along the crease of his lips.