The Boy Who Knew Me When(12)

“Sorry for not showing you respect ma’am. Would you like to dance?”

Raz did a complete about-face, going from an over-enthused eighteen year old to a southern gentleman in a matter of a second. But I was still a little shaken up about being ripped away from my friends and a bit flustered at the sight of the tall hunk of man that I could not take my eyes off of.

“No thank you Raz, maybe later?” Raz smiled from ear to ear mouthing

“It‘s a date!” then he ran off disappearing into the mess of bodies on the dance floor leaving me alone with Ford.

“Sorry about that, new pledge and as it seems a total lightweight. Sometimes the newbies get a little over excited when they see a beautiful girl.” His lips turn up into a smile so genuine and unbelievably hot that I find myself with a warm tingling between my legs.

Beautiful, he thinks I am beautiful. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in the pit of my stomach and I sense my mouth turn up in return making me feel like a child who just had her first taste of candy.

“I’m Ford.” he says, extending his hand out for me to take, only I hesitate still lost in his perfection.

Ford towers over me, with messy dark hair, tanned skin, dressed in a skin tight black t-shirt, equally tight jeans and a pair of old rugged brown cowboy boots. His clothing is simple and understated while showing off every detail of his panty dropping physique. Ford is clearly a man who knows the effect he has on women. I find myself gawking at him, moving from his perfectly auburn colored eyes to lips that I can only imagine could destroy a woman with the slightest caress.

“And you are?” he says clearing his throat.

I manage to pull myself together enough to realize that he must think I am a total whack job.

“Oh sorry, I ...um, zoned out for a second. I do that sometimes.”

I somehow muster up the courage to take his hand.

“Jemma, Jemma Hale, my friends call me Jem.”

At the mention of my name his face turns cold and he carefully asks “Hale? Where are you from Jemma?”

I pause for a moment dumbfounded by his change in demeanor “Montgomery, Texas, just outside of Houston. But I have been living with my aunt in Taylor since I was eleven. My friend Brea and I just moved here.”

He let out a uninterested “huh” and the next thing I know he is scowling and staring at me in such a way that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. After a brief look he turns around and walks away without a single word, leaving me completely lost and confused.

“Who the heck was that cowboy? You need to go get some of him before someone else snags him up and I mean now girl.” Brea steps into my view and tries to push me towards Ford who was making the disappearing act right before my eyes. What is his problem?

I shrug my shoulder, “His name is Ford. I thought he might be interested, but the second I told him my name he just blew me off and left. It was weird!”

Brea took my hand “His loss then hot stuff, let’s dance, there are plenty of pickings here tonight. I am determined to get you laid before the night is over. If not I’ll do you myself and trust me when I say that I will be the best you will ever have.”

I slapped my forehead and just shook my head back and forth; even I could be shocked by some of the stuff that came out of Brea’s mouth on occasion. I knew she was joking, Brea loved dick almost as much as she love chocolate, the statement was just her crude way of getting her point across.

“You are fucking nuts Brea, I love you but you are nuts.”

She laughed “Girl I am a lot of things, but nuts is not one of them, being willing to go down on the hottest bitch in this house is genius. If I ever do decide to play for the other team my friend, your pussy will be the first pussy I chow down on. That‘s a promise!”

OH MY GAWD!

I asked Brea if she was already drunk and she admitted that she may have had a few shots with Greg at Coles before we left for dinner. I could feel how blood red my face must be at her ridiculous admission of bullshit and I suddenly needed to excuse myself. Chugging what was left of my beer I headed off in search of the ladies room to splash my face with cold water.

After finding the downstairs bathroom had a line into the next room I headed upstairs only to find the same thing, so I decided to just wait. Shortly after I took my place in line I felt a breath whisper into my neck.

“I have a private bathroom in my suite if you want to use it.”

I turned around to find myself face to face with a crouching Ford.

“You do huh?” Ford nodded his head at me.

Who did this man think he was? He blows me off and then offers me his private bathroom. Nothing about him made any sense, nothing about the fact that I said “Okay” made much sense either. A part of me wanted to slap him silly for igniting the heat between my legs with his uninvited closeness and tell him to fuck off but my body would not allow me to say what my mouth and head wanted.