Chapter 7 Genevieve
Genevieve
Lana and I spent our morning getting our muscles relaxed, our knots undone, our pores tightened and cuticles cut. After our relaxing spa day, Lana and I prepare to have a party tonight in our cabin. We set out a game of drunk Jenga that we designed ourselves.
Below the waist, I’m wearing a miniskirt with knee high boots and a dark gray lacey corset on my torso.
It shows off my tits perfectly, so it won’t be hard finding a guy to hook up with tonight.
My miniskirt is the same color as my top and my boots are black.
I kept my hair in soft, loose curls and my makeup perfect.
I may not be able to control how tonight goes, but I can control how good my outfit looks.
I set out a speaker, then grab a bottle of Patron from my bag and open it up.
“Lana, come take a couple shots with me. Let’s loosen you up.”
Lana comes to where I’m standing in the kitchen and I pour the tequila into the shot glasses I brought.
“Should I be worried that you had all of this stuff in your bag?” Lana asks.
“Lana, Babe. With me, you should always be worried.”
We clink the glasses and shoot back the tequila. I let the burning sensation make its way through my entire body: first my tongue, then my throat, then my stomach.
We’re both silent while I pour the next round; I think we’re a little in shock from the bad taste. I love tequila, but that’s because it gets me drunk. Not because I love the taste.
I grab my phone and pick my go-to house music playlist. It’s good for a decent sized party and I promised Lana I wouldn’t invite more than twenty people.
A little after 8:00, I hear a knock at the door.
“Yay! Party’s here!” I say as I walk towards the door.
I stop in front of a mirror before I get to the door, pausing to fix my girls so they’re nice and perky. They already look great in this top, I just pull them up a little more for good measure before heading to the door.
I turn the handle and pull it open, revealing three good-looking men. Well, two good-looking men, and then the one with deep pools of blue for eyes.
It’s him.
I blink extra hard to see if he disappears again.
He’s still there.
“Hi,” I say. I think he took my breath away.
“Hi,” he replies with a shy smile. His eyes are dilated. I wonder if it’s from me. Does he feel the same way I do? Like he’s a puzzle I’m dying to solve.
The two guys to his right are looking at us like we are crazy.
“You guys know each other?” One of them asked. He looks like Everest, the guy I matched with. I take a close look at him, noticing the resemblance between him and the guy with dreamy eyes. Are they brothers?
“I wouldn’t say we know each other…he uhh…he caught me the other day when I almost fell,” I say, “I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Aspen,” he says. “Aspen Davis.”
Aspen. Of course his name is Aspen. What a beautiful name for a beautiful man. It makes sense. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to say my name.
“Oh sorry, I’m Gen, or Genevieve. Whatever you want to call me,” I babble.
His smile grows. “Genevieve.” he says to lock it in.
Our eyes are locked, like we’re the only two people in this world that matter. For the second time, we’re interrupted.
“I’m Everest, the guy you matched with,” Everest says, taking my hand and kissing it.
“Nice to meet you.”
“And I’m Derek, apparently not important in this situation,” the third guy says awkwardly in the back.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
Lana comes up behind me, “Why don’t you let our guests in so they’re not freezing their bums off?” she asks.
My eyes widen. I’m so dumb. There’s something about this guy - he makes me forget how to think. I let them come in and Lana leads them to the kitchen.
“This is Lana, my best friend and roommate. We’re just here visiting for a few days and wanted to have a good time. There should be a few more people coming soon.”
“Where should I put these beers?” Everest asks.
“In the fridge!” Lana says.
She takes the case of beer, puts it in the fridge, and rips away the side so people can easily grab the beer.
It’s kind of awkward at first, but I tell myself it’ll get better. I just didn’t expect to actually see my mystery man. What are the odds?
Him and I are still making awkward eye contact, getting lost in each other's eyes while Lana is trying her hardest to make this situation better. Bless her heart.
I force myself to snap out of it and put my host goggles on.
“Who wants a shot?” I ask everyone.
“Whatcha got?” Derek asks.
“Tequila,” I say. Everyone groans like if I told them the Broncos weren’t making it to the super bowl. “Sorry boys,” I tell them.
I grab the shot glasses we just used and look in the cabinets for some cups.
I find some, grab three, and place them on the counter.
I take my bottle of Patrón and fill everyone’s glasses with the burning liquid.
Once I’m done pouring the last glass, everyone picks them up, we raise our glasses, and cheers.
Aspen and I do this while maintaining eye contact the entire time. We break only when we take the shots.
When everyone's back to facing each other, we all make disgusted faces in silence, then burst out in complete laughter.
“That shit is disgusting!” Everest says, making us laugh harder.
“I’m sorry! I don’t know what guys drink,” I admit.
“Beer,” Derek says, still with a grossed-out face, “just beer.”
Then, he sticks his tongue out like he’s trying to let the taste slide off.
He heads over to the fridge and grabs one that they brought.
“Yo, toss me one,” Everest says.
Derek tosses it and looks to Aspen to see if he wants one. He gives him a silent response, nodding his head. Derek tosses him one too and then takes one more out for himself. All the guys crack the cans open almost simultaneously and take a sip when I hear another knock on the door.
I walk over and open it just like before. Except, this time, there are four guys and two girls holding their hands.
“Hey guys, come on in,” I tell them.
They follow me in and shake hands with everyone. Now the party is getting started.
“You guys wanna play drunk jenga?” I ask everyone in the room.
“Drunk Jenga?” Derek asks, already suspicious.
“Think regular Jenga, but spicier. Every block has a dare. Chicken out? You take a shot of tequila.”
“Of that shit? Can we just shotgun a beer instead?” Everest asks.
“Sure, you boys shotgun a beer and Lana and I will take a shot of the poison drink,” I say.
“Everyone make sure you guys have a drink to sip on, though, some of the blocks make you just take a swig,” Lana says.
Everyone grabs a beer. Luckily, the people who just came brought their own.
Everyone heads over to the table, but I get stopped and not by who I want to get stopped by.
“So, you’re Genevieve?” The guy with dark hair and blue eyes asks. He must be one of my matches. I only matched with guys with blue eyes; anyone here without them is someone’s friend.
“That’s right.”
“I’m Dylan,” he says.
He’s hot, but not Aspen-hot. More like “can-repair-your-car-and-ghost-you-after” hot.
Speaking of Aspen, he hasn’t even made an effort to talk to me yet. Is he scared? Does he not feel the same connection I do?
Lost in thought, I go to stand behind Lana, who’s sitting at the table where everyone else is. Some of us are standing, some of us are sitting.
I look across the table at Aspen. He’s not even looking at me anymore. Does he not like me with clothes on or something? What the fuck did I do? Everyone likes me.
Lana goes first, pulling out the first block. She looks at it and blushes.
“Dicks, drink,” she reads. All the guys cheer and raise their beers to take a swig.
Derek goes next, sitting next to Lana.
“Pick a buddy to drink with you,” He reads. He scans the room and his eyes land on Lana’s.
“Hey buddy,” he says to her. She blushes. Go Lana! Then they both take a drink.
It’s my mission to get her laid tonight. She needs it.
The circle keeps on moving. By the time it gets to Aspen, one of the guys has removed his shirt, another guy shotgunned a beer, and the two other girls here have kissed.
Aspen pulls out his multicolored block watchfully and reads it out loud.
I stare at his lips as he shakes his head, takes a deep breath and says, “Kiss the person across from you.”
The person across from him is me. Or Lana because I’m standing behind her. So which one of us is it? Her or me? He obviously will choose me if he wants to kiss me. This is his chance. I wonder who he’ll choose.
I’m scared for who he’ll choose.
“I’m gonna shotgun,” he says, walking to the fridge after he puts the yellow block back on top. What the fuck?
Seriously? I set the scene — lips glossed, skirt short, tequila flowing — and he picks a beer over me? Am I being haunted by the ghost of my dating karma?
Maybe he’s not who I thought he’d be. I worked him all up in my head to be this amazing guy, but he’s too shy to even kiss me.
Or worse, not into me.
He grabs a beer from the fridge and throws it back like it’s nothing, then walks back to where he was standing.
The game keeps going, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. I’m trying to figure out who this man thinks he is - not liking me like this.
***
Everyone is getting more comfortable with each other and the party seems to be getting a little bit crazy.
The house is buzzing with the kind of warmth that only cheap beer, loud laughter, and tequila shots can bring.
Music bumps from a speaker in the corner, not quite loud enough to drown out the slurred conversations and exaggerated dares echoing through the room.
The scent of lime, sweat, and beer hangs in the air.
The stack of blocks on the dining table wobbles like everyone else in the room.
It's the kind of party that doesn't need to be big to feel wild.
Two of the guys have switched shirts, which is funny because one guy is way more buff than the other so the difference is close to a child and father. One of the other girls did a shotgun, well sort of, she pretended to take all of it but only did about half and poured the rest down the drain.
I watched.
And one of the guys did a belly shot off of another guy. Now, it’s Everest’s turn and when he reads his dare out loud about giving someone a lap dance, I already know he’s going to choose me.
His head turns to mine. I’m standing behind him off to the left and there’s no one behind me.
Fanfuckingtastic
I wish he could read my glare that says, “ I like your brother, not you ” but he’s clueless.
“Take a seat in my chair princess, you’re about to get it,” he says. I roll my eyes, already waiting for this lap dance to be over with.
“You sure you don’t want to take the beer instead?” I say, laughing, but really hoping he’ll take the hint.
“Oh, I’m sure,” he replies in a whisper a little too close to my face.
He didn’t take the hint; he’s oblivious.
The music Lana picked starts and Everest begins his dance. He starts off slow, teasing the audience a bit, but then removes his shirt and starts shaking his butt near my face. Everyone is laughing. It’s comical more than sexy, but I love it. Everest is really hot, he’s just not Aspen.
The music stops and I give Everest back his chair. He takes a seat after putting his shirt back on and I lean through him and Lana to grab my block. I go for one on the side towards the middle. It’s challenging, but I don’t think it’s going to fall. I pull it out successfully and read it out loud.
“Kiss someone.”
I’m all excited to finally kiss Aspen, but something tells me that will make him want me less. He hasn’t been giving me the attention I want from him tonight. So I do what any smart girl would do in this situation.
I kiss his brother.