Chapter 2 Blanche
Chapter two
“Oh, stop it, Blanche. We’re celebrating your new job the right way.” Pam hands out shots to our group of girlfriends, then takes one for herself. “With tequila! Cheers!”
We all turn back our glasses, and I relish the burn as the liquor slides down my throat before chasing it with a lime.
She’s right, I’ll be working soon and won’t have as many opportunities to go out.
I need to have some fun tonight. Placing my glass back on the table, my attention catches on the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.
And he’s looking right at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who notices.
“Damn, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Holy shit, Blanche, he’s totally checking you out!”
Everyone around the table is talking over each other, but I can barely hear what they’re saying. My eyes are locked on this siren of a man. There’s an energy about him that I can’t seem to turn away from, a pull I’m having to fight to resist.
A smack to the back of my shoulder brings me out of my daze. “Go say something to him! I dare you,” Pam slurs.
God, do I want to. I’m no stranger to one-night stands, but a woman in society has to be careful about when and where to engage in such activities.
I’ve fared much better in friends-with-benefits situations.
And I always keep several at a time. Relationships have just never been my thing, plus I’m only twenty-two.
I have plenty of time for the mundane monogamy bullshit.
Maybe when I get a wrinkle or two, I’ll settle down, but while I still look this hot, there’s no way in hell I’m not riding as many stallions as possible.
Why have one when you can have them all has always been my opinion.
“Seriously, Blanche, go for it! Nobody here knows who you are. This is a new city.”
“New city with new meat!”
We all laugh like the crazy brood of hens we are until Pam hands me another shot. “Do it, Blanche. He’s eyeing you like you’re going to be his next meal.”
I shoot the second shot of tequila for the night with determination. “Oh, he’s going to feast on me, alright. I’ll see you ladies later.”
Standing, I straighten my dress and strut toward the bar where my ride for the night stands, eyeing me up and down.
The closer I get, the better he looks. Dirty blond hair, gray eyes, and tall.
His style is effortlessly elegant with pinstripe trousers and a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
All I can think about is taking it all off.
“You look hungry. Do you need me to order you something, handsome?” I gently place my hand on his chest and pick a nonexistent piece of lint off his collar before seductively cutting my eyes up to his.
His chest rises and falls beneath my touch as we stand lost in each other. His eyes darken a split second before a giant hand wraps around my wrist and squeezes. It doesn’t hurt, but there's a power in his grip, letting me know it could if he wanted it to.
“I know exactly what I want, baby, and I don’t doubt that you’ll help me get it.”
I try to remove my hand, but his grip tightens, sending tingles straight to my core and almost stealing the breath from my lungs. Summoning my confidence, I calm my heart and raise a brow. “And how will I help you get it, Sir?”
He leans down so that his mouth is level with my ear, crowding my space. “The only meal I want tonight is between those pretty legs of yours, and you’re going to be a good girl and spread them nice and wide while I eat my fill.”
Alright then. The sexy man at the bar has potential.
I’m hardly ever caught off guard, but everything about this man has me off kilter. My balance falters momentarily, causing me to fall toward him, and a solid arm wraps casually around my waist, as if we’ve known each other for years. “Whoa, baby. I’ve got you.”
I glance up to see the same predatory gleam in his eye, but this time, instead of intimidation, my fire returns. I regain my footing with a smirk. “If you think you can handle me, stud.”
A dark chuckle is his only response as he leads me through the bar to the entrance of the attached hotel.
“You’re a confident man, already had a room booked and everything. It’s like you already knew you’d be bringing someone up,” I say as we walk into the elevator.
The moment the elevator doors close, he’s on me, pushing me against the wall.
His mouth finds the crook of my neck effortlessly as he trails a line of kisses to my ear.
“I own the penthouse, baby.” He pauses to nibble on my earlobe.
“And I usually bring multiple women up, but you seem like you’re best savored alone. ”
The door opens to the foyer of the penthouse suite, and damn, it’s nice.
I grew up around money, a lot of money, and I can tell right away that this is the upper echelon.
I briefly wonder if he knows who I am, but he never gives any indication that he recognizes me from any society events.
I can also tell he’s quite a bit older than me, so I doubt he would remember me regardless.
One thing I do know is that I’m not one of these girls who can be easily bought by a fancy room in a nice hotel.
I barely get a glimpse of the grandeur as he leads me to the bedroom. I’m sure he’s expecting me to drop to my knees, and I will, but not right now. I need to show him who’s the boss first.
With a quick move, I spin us around so that his knees hit the bed and push with just enough force to make him lie back. I was half expecting him to fight back and try to take control, but to my surprise, he just rests his arms behind his head and looks at me, fire crackling in his eyes.
I climb on top of him slowly, straddling right above his erection, and start unbuttoning his shirt.
“You take yours off first, baby.”
Maintaining eye contact, I place my finger over his mouth before leaning over to gently kiss his lips. “I have this handled. How about you lie back and be a good boy for me?”
His growl as his eyes darken is almost enough to have me running for safety, but something is pulling me closer. Something I’ve never felt before, and something I know I’ll never be able to fight.