The Infamous Ellen James(67)

You can imagine the gossip that has stirred since Trent came to Charlotte. The questions, the knowing glances that have been sent my way. I've been the center of far too many conversations since my breakup with John, and the relationship that's blossomed between Trent and me, well, that only created more curiosity for my coworkers.

Everyone knows.

Everyone is aware.

And hopefully they can just get over it and stop trying to meddle their nosy faces in my business.

Amy and I have taken an unhealthy amount of Jell-O shots, currently finding ourselves becoming more obnoxious by the minute. I'm sitting on Trent's lap as Rihanna's Cockiness starts to blare over the party bus's speakers.

"Holy shit! Get your little ass over here, Elle! Come dance with me!" Amy is now standing near the stripper pole and shaking her hips. Everyone on the bus starts to cheer her on.

Oh lordy. The last thing that girl needs is encouragement.

"Yeah, Elle. Get your little ass up there and dance with your friend," Trent whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.

This man can get me hot and bothered like no other. I groan and squirm a little in his lap, trying desperately to relieve the deep, delicious clench between my legs. He laughs a little at my expense, obviously getting a thrill from getting me riled up.

Jerk. Sexy, too-hot-for-my-own-good jerk.

"I know what you're trying to do here, and I can promise you, payback is a bitch."

My look is telling despite my light and teasing tone. I stride over to Amy and then look back at Trent to find his blue eyes smirking at me. I wink at him and he immediately starts laughing. Trent calls my attempts at winking "adorably awkward." Honestly, he's one hundred percent right. My inability to wink has made me the brunt of many jokes, but Trent seems to embrace my awkwardness with open arms, which makes me dig him even more. I start dancing with Amy to the sensual voice of Rihanna as she sings explicit lyrics about licking and sucking. I shake my hips seductively and see Trent watching me with hooded eyes. I grin and, unfortunately for everyone on the bus, attempt a sexy wink again.

"What is wrong with your face? You're a weird cross between constipated and ready to have a seizure!" Amy hollers over the music. I flip her off, which only spurs her to throw more sarcastic jabs my way.

"Seriously. This is what you look like." Amy shakes her hips a little and then does her best "Elle winking" impression. Honestly, it's the most ludicrous thing I've ever seen, and I start laughing…hard. Tears streaming down my face, bent over and clutching my abdomen, I can't help but laugh at how hilarious she looks.

"You're such a cunt! Stop making fun of me!"

"I can't help it! You attempting to wink has to be the funniest thing I've ever seen!"

"Amy, I love you, but seriously, you're a cunt!" I shout back at her before, leaving her to dance to Rihanna by herself. I stride back over to Trent and sit on his lap.

"You're so fucking adorable, it's making my dick hard." He wraps his hands around my waist and chuckles into my neck.

"You're getting a hard-on from my being cute?"

"Yes, and from the fact that you look sexy as hell shaking those little hips of yours." He practically growls into my ear.

"Dr. Hamilton! I'm appalled at your crass behavior!" I put my hand to my chest and feign offense.

He starts to tickle my ribs a little, which only makes me scream out in laughter and wiggle around in his lap. "Stop! Okay stop! Please stop!"

Trent holds me tight to his chest and rains playful, sloppy kisses all over my face. I don't think anyone has ever made me as happy as he does. Somehow, he just gets me and seems to embrace every single part of me, gracelessness and all.

"Stop it, weirdo! You're practically slobbering all over my face!"

"I'm your weirdo. Deal with it," he says with a big grin on his face.

"Click," I say out loud as I take a mental picture of him in this moment to keep on file in my head.

"Click?"

"Yeah. Click. I just mentally took a picture of that ridiculous dimpled grin of yours and added it to my 'Trent Album.'"

His grin gets wider. "You have a Trent album? How many mental pictures do you have stocked away in that funny, little brain of yours?"

"Wouldn't you love to know, weirdo?"

"I bet you've got some kinky ones in there. Kinky pictures of me doing delicious, sexy things to that hot little body. Kind of like the other night…"

I smirk and shake my head at him. "All right, cut it out. We will resume this discussion later. Much later. Like when I have you naked…in bed."

He puts his hand behind my neck and crushes his mouth to mine. He is practically swallowing my face whole with this intense, mind-blowing kiss. I immediately melt into him and allow him to continue his sensual assault on my ever-willing lips. The way Trent kisses would make any woman's toes curl. His mouth is firm and demanding, yet soft and sensual. It's absolute perfection, and I find myself wishing I could kiss him for the rest of my life.