The Beginning of Us (232 page)

“I’m going to get out of here. Do you need me to help you with anything first?” Holly asks me.

“No. Thanks for your help today. Where are we going tonight?”

“Larry’s.”

I nod my head. “What time are you guys going?” I hang up my last dress and walk out of the closet.

“Around nine. Do you want me to come get you?”

“No, I’ll drive myself tonight. I don’t plan on having more than one drink and I’m not staying too late.” I give her a hug, and thank her as she leaves. I lay down on my bed. A little nap won’t hurt before I go out tonight.

*****

Five hours later I’m staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at Larry’s. When I woke up from my nap, I didn’t feel like going out, but now I’m feeling pretty good.

Or that could be the three glasses of wine I drank while getting ready.

I take another look at myself in the mirror to reapply my lipstick. I’m wearing my long dark hair in big curls that reach the lower part of my back, and my long layered bangs are swept to the right side of my face. My makeup is on the light side, with no eye shadow, just black eyeliner, and my lips are coated in a shiny pink lip stick.

Holly had texted me, telling me what to wear; my white dress that looks like it is painted on my body and is extremely short. The straps are thick, and the top comes down to a low V, showing off my cleavage which I have
a lot
of. I’m wearing my favorite pair of Jimmy Choo heels; baby pink and look like they’ve been dipped in glitter.

Why am I hiding out in the bathroom?

This is my first night out since Jax and I broke up. As soon as I walked in the bar, people were apologizing for what had happened. I just smiled. I don’t know why they are trying to be nice and apologize. I understand most of them knew what was going on, but only a couple of people know how bad it really ended. It doesn’t bother me that everyone knows he cheated. What bothers me is that everyone seemed to know about it, yet no one told me.

Ugh.

I have to quit thinking about him. I’ve had myself holed up in this bathroom for almost fifteen minutes now. I might as well use the restroom while I’m in here. I cram all of my things back into my little pink clutch and head to a stall.

As I stand up and flush the toilet, I hear the door to the women’s bathroom open. It’s probably Holly, wanting to know why the hell I’ve been in here so long. I’m surprised she hadn’t been in here already to drag me out.

“You want to fuck in here?” a male’s voice booms in the bathroom, followed by a girly giggle.

Nope. Not Holly.

“Oh, God,” the girl cries out, no longer giggling.

Crap, he was serious.
I don’t want to have to wait in this stall and listen to them have sex!

“That tickles!” Now she’s back to laughing.

That’s my cue to get the hell out of here before she goes back to calling him God. I flush the toilet, again. I’m sure they were too busy to of heard the first one, so I thought I’d give them a warning before I walk out on them half dressed.

I look down, straightening my dress, and open the stall door. I stand there and stare at the gorgeous man like an idiot for a few seconds before I can get my legs to work properly.

I peel my eyes away from him to look at the curly red headed woman who looks to be in her mid-twenties. She is pushed up against the far wall. Her eyes meet mine, and she blushes as red as her hair. I look down as she pushes the man away from her a little bit.

I continue to walk to the sink, looking her up and down now that there is some space between them. Her jeans are undone, but still pulled up, sitting low on her hips. Her bright blue shirt is lifted so that I can see her exposed pale skin around her belly button. I look away when I reach the sink and begin to wash my hands.

I look up at the man that had me staring for a few seconds. He is tall, over six feet, with dark brown spiky hair that is rather long on top and shorter on the sides. It’s standing every which way, giving it that just fucked look. I wonder if that’s how he fixes it, or if it looks like that because she’s been running her hands through it? Either way, it’s hot on him!

He has a beautiful tan, and the most sparkling blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the ocean on a bright and sunny day. He has high cheek bones with a square jaw and even from here I can see he has long dark eyelashes. The kind any girl would kill for.

He is wearing a long sleeve, white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. I can see his smooth sculptured chest, and what looks to be a tip of a tattoo on the right side of his peck. I instantly have an urge to run my hands over it. He is built; you can tell by the way his arms bulge through his sleeves, and how his white shirt pulls against his back...the man looks to be covered with muscles. He has the kind of arms that could toss my body around in bed like a rag doll.

NO! Don’t think about that.

My eyes land on his as I continue to wash my hands. His beautiful eyes are looking into mine in the mirror, so I give him a warm smile. I know that my eek factor should be off the charts right now, since he was about to have sex with a woman in a public restroom, but somehow his hotness overrides that thought.

I watch as he gives me a slow sexy smile that reaches his eyes. It makes my knees weak, and my panties wet. His eyes stray away from mine in the mirror, and I watch as they travel all the way down my backside until they reach my high heels. It’s so intense that I have to tighten every muscle in my body to keep from squirming.

As I rinse the soap off my hands, I look over at the redhead. Before I get a good look at her, my eyes are pulled back to him. His eyes are on my ass, and he has a smirk on his face like he’s thinking something naughty, and it makes my body heat rise. My eyes shoot to the redhead again, and she is giving me a go to hell look.

Figures.

I
have
been staring at the guy she was about to get lucky with in the bathroom.

I pull myself out of my daze and turn off the water, grab some paper towels, and pick up my purse from the counter. They remain quiet as I walk out, but I can feel their eyes on me as my heels produce the only sound in the bathroom.

After the door shuts behind me, I stop.
What if someone else walks in on them while they’re doing it?
I turn back around and open the door. Only the top half of my body is in the bathroom. They both turn around to look at me.

“Did you want to watch?” the redhead snarls at me. She is obviously pissed at me for taking up some of their time.
Bitch.
I’m just trying to lock the door for them, to keep this from happening again.

“Ginger be nice,” he scolds her.

Ginger?
I cough to hide my laugh.

“How about you join us?” tall dark and sexy asks as he lifts an eyebrow.

Is he serious?
I shake my head no, reach my left hand around, and lock the door. I can’t help but give sex on a stick a huge ass smile as my eyes travel up and down the back of his dark blue jeans, checking out his hot ass.

“Thanks.”

His voice is so deep and sexy. It covers my body like a warm blanket that I just want to wrap myself up in. It goes perfect with his sexy body.
Geez, I need to leave. Now!
I smile once again and close the door. I know nothing about that man except for one thing. Trouble. He is
nothing
but trouble, and I need to stay clear of him.

I have never felt so turned on just by looking at someone. I’ve also never had sex anywhere besides a bed, and right now I’m feeling pretty jealous of that redhead. I’m wishing I was the girl he had pushed up against that wall, about to be ravished by the gorgeous, full of trouble, mystery man.

I need to have a drink then find Holly.

In that order.

As I start to walk away from the door, I hear my phone going off. Looking down at it, I see its Courtney, my best friend from back home. I walk further down the hall, away from the music and towards the men’s bathroom then answer my phone.

Chapter Five

Slade
 

Fuck, she has a gorgeous smile, and a sexy little body to go with it.

I can’t help the huge grin that is on my face. I turn my head back around to face Ginger, and my smile vanishes when I see the bitch look she’s giving me.

“You wanted her to join us?” she asks as she pushes me away from her and starts to button her jeans.

I really don’t know what to say because I wouldn’t have told the angel no.

Angel. That’s what I’m calling her because that’s what she reminded me of once my eyes landed on her. I have never given a girl a nickname before. Well, besides bitch or whore, but there was no other word to describe her. She looks beautiful and fucking sexy in that tight white dress.

I turn to the sink to wash my hands off since they were just down Ginger’s pants, and fingering her, minutes ago.

“You are such an ass, Slade!” she yells at me as she straightens her top.

I laugh. That’s original.

“What is so funny, you prick?”

“Why did that bother you? Not twenty minutes ago you were bragging to Josh about you and some girl having a threesome with her boyfriend.”

“So?” she snaps. “Didn’t mean I wanted to share you.”

I give her a warm smile as I take a few steps towards her. “Ginger,” I coo, and she smiles. “I’m not yours.”

The smile drops off her face. “What the hell was I thinking? You are such a dick.” She walks over to the door, then turns to face me. “How did I let you talk me into fucking in this bathroom?”

“If I remember correctly, you asked me to fuck you.” I smile. “I just didn’t want to leave.” I spread my arms out to gesture the bathroom. “Problem solved.” I wasn’t ready to leave the bar. I had just arrived. And it’s not like we made it that far; we were interrupted by Angel.

She throws her hands up in the air and screams in frustration. She turns and slams the bathroom door shut like a little bitch.

I dry off my hands and leave the bathroom to search for Angel. Why would I care about what the fuck Ginger thinks after I’ve laid my eyes on Angel?

I hear someone talking behind me, and turn to see Angel hanging up her phone and placing it in her purse.
Well, that was easy enough.
I rub my hands together as I walk over to her. She has her back against the wall and is looking down at her purse. Her long dark hair is lying over one shoulder.

I place my right hand against the wall, above her left shoulder, and lean in to her. She instantly looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes.

What do I say to her?

“Hello.”

Great, Slade. That was real creative.

“Hi.”

She gives me a breathtaking smile. One that makes me want to go to my knees. I take a step closer to her.

“Sorry about that. Back in the bathroom.” I make sure to say it loud enough so she can hear me over the music. I don’t know why I felt the need to apologize for the scene she had witnessed, but I sure as hell wish to repeat it with her.

I can’t help but smile at her. She is so fucking beautiful, and being this close to her lets me get a smell of her perfume. She smells amazing, like something sweet; I want to run my hands through her long, silky hair. Her lips look so soft and plump; I want to spend hours getting to know them. She has a real petite face, the kind that reminds you of a Barbie doll, and beautiful bright green eyes that I want to lose myself in.

And that smile...God, that smile. It makes me want to drop to my knees while begging to see it again. She has a beautiful round ass, and her boobs are on the larger size, considering how petite she is.