I rip the door open and see her dancing to her own tune. She’s singing loudly enough to wake up other students.
She’s dressed in a mini skirt and halter-top that reveals her flat stomach, with black high heels to match. Her hair is tied back in a neat bun. She walks in and immediately takes my hair tie and fluffs my hair up, letting it fall down my back. She walks around to stand in front of me and looks me over.
“I guess you’ll do, but next time I’m so dressing you.” I laugh. She seems to have a thing with trying to dress me up. I have money now, so I pay for a cab ride to the club. My grandmother gave me bank account details to an account set up in my name. When I got to the bank to see what it was about, they took me in the back and informed me that I am very wealthy. I’m so wealthy that I could live the rest of my life without working a single day. I haven’t told anyone about the money. I feel I should do something good with it.
We arrive at the club shortly after the cab ride. Julia drills me the entire time about Kai. Is he good in bed? Is he a good kisser? Does he make my hoo-ha sing? She asks the strangest questions. I tell her no to every single one. She gives me a pointed stare on the last one and doesn’t say another word. We walk straight into the club, thanks to her friend that’s manning the front door. He kisses her on the cheek and then I return her pointed look with a questioning one. She shrugs me off and we make our way to the bar. Technically, I’m not allowed to drink being only twenty, but because the bouncer never gives us an underage card, we don’t get carded when we walk up to the bar.
I buy us a vodka cranberry each and, in no time, I’m on my second. I look around for any sign of Kai and I don’t see him. I look at my watch and notice it’s exactly ten p.m., the time he wanted me here. As I turn back to the bar, a rough hand lands on my hip. I look to Julia to see her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She’s impressed.
She leans in close to me and sings in my ear, “Your hoo-ha is singing.” I spit the remaining bit of my drink out of my mouth in shock, to which she smiles and kisses me on the cheek before making her way to the dance floor.
“You didn’t want me to come to your place?” I can hear the question in his voice.
“I wanted to study,” I retort and turn around to face him. He’s dressed in all black tonight. His hair is pushed back, so his top half Mohawk is brushed neatly and his eyes are as dark as the night sky. He looks out of place like he should be one of the bouncers, not a customer. In fact, he’s bigger than the bouncers. He makes me feel so tiny.
His eyes rake over me and I see a hint of a smirk appear. “I like the black dress better.” Is he saying I don’t look good enough? “But I also like not wanting to kill anyone that looks at you every time you bend over.”
I blush hard. I turn around and take a sip of my drink to try to calm my heavy heartbeat.
“I want to dance with you.”
I place my drink back down and he grabs my arm and pulls me to the dance floor. Katy Perry’s song comes on and I slowly start to shake my hips. One of his hands is on my hip, the other on my back, placed just above my ass. He pulls me to him so our bodies are molded together. My head comes just under his chin. His hips start to move and now we’re moving in unison. It feels very intimate and I can feel my panties getting wet from this sexual encounter.
One of his hands slides lower in the middle of the song and lands directly on my ass, where he gives it a squeeze. I look up to see what his intentions are and that’s when his lips land directly on mine.
His lips are soft as first, just a basic kiss, filled with lust, but then it deepens. He pulls me even closer so there’s no air between our bodies and his tongue comes out and parts my lips. I can taste the alcohol on him, as well as what I can only imagine, is the taste of him. I don’t hesitate opening wide and kissing him back. When I do, he grunts in approval and one hand is in my hair, pulling my face close so I can't move, the other is still situated on my ass, squeezing hard.
My mind goes blank and all I can think about is him. Nothing else matters right now, not that we’re kissing in a public area with all to see. Not that I’m kissing someone I hardly know. None of it matters.
Our kiss stops abruptly when he pulls back and looks at me, putting distance between us. His lips are swollen red, probably just like mine are, and he looks at me with narrowed eyes, his forehead crinkled in confusion. He takes another step away and looks around. His eyes lock back on mine. Then he walks away leaving me in the middle of the dance floor, completely and utterly dumbfounded.
I don’t bother texting or calling him to see what happened. It’s honestly none of my business. He may have had a change of heart and realized I’m not as special as he thought I was. Or maybe I was a bad kisser. If it’s any of those, I really don’t need to know. I see Julia standing at the door talking to her bouncer friend and I make my way toward her. She gives me a questionable look and kisses her friend on the cheek and walks outside with me to hail a cab.