Chapter 5 – Bop It Toy.
“He’s coming this way, Hallie, decide now, or forever regret your peace,” Max says while not looking at me.
This time I turn in the direction she’s looking and . . .
Well, fuck.
Hey, panties, meet dance floor; dance floor,meetpanties. Now that you’ve been introduced, I’m gonna, fuck... what am I going to do, he’s coming right toward us. Triple fuck!
I can already feel myself blushing. It’s fine, Hal, just act casual.
Istart dancingto the music again, waving my hands about in the air, trying to pull off the cute vibe, when Max elbows me hard in the ribs.
Ouch!
“Stop, Hallie. Whatever you’re doing, just stop! You look like you’re holding in a fart while trying to summon a spirit,” she bites out through gritted teeth. “You look stupid, stop it,” she says again.
I stop dancing and grab the drink Max is holding. I try to throw it back confidently but, as always, Idon’t do anythingthe cool, straightforward way, and the little demon inside me decides the drink should go down the wrong pipe.
I’m trying to keep it together like a lady, but Ican’thold it any longer, and Istart coughingup a lung, spraying the vodka cranberry drink.
It was at this moment, I realized hot stallion, potentially eight-inch-dick, man was standing in front of me as I spray my drink over his face. Oh shit!He wipes a hand over his face and looks me up and down with disgust. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he lets out a heavy sigh.
Irun to the bar, grab napkins from the counter, and run back to Max and Mr. Universe.
Iblot and pat all over his face with the napkins. He’s saying something as I smack the napkin over his mouth.
I’m in panic mode now, there’s no stopping me. Two things in life I cannot stop once I’ve started: a dance battle, if you plan on challenging me, know I come out to win and I won’t stop until I’m wearing the crown, and panicking. I have to wait for that ride to come to its final destination, and with the destruction it causes along the way... well, who knows, we can laugh about it later.
So, I continue to wipe him down, only stopping when fingers wrap around my hand.
Again, I knew I fucked up.
I was tapping his dick like one of them fuckingBop Ittoys with the napkin. What the actual hell am I doing?
“Can you please stop,” he says, his husky voice ringing in my ear. He’s so fucking close his breath sends goose bumps erupting over my body.
“Yep, of course, as you wish, good sir,” I whimper back, and heletsgo of my wrist. He steps back and a small smile tips the corners of hislips.
Ihalf smileback, leaning into him, and say, “I’m so sorry, I was trying to play it cool, you know, but...” I pause, flapping my hands around like a bird andstumble into him. Howmany drinks did I have tonight?
He chuckles, and I gather myself, inwardly cursing for being a fucking moron, and peel myself out of his arms... that’s some meat there, pure muscle. Fuck, focus, Hallie. Itake a stepback.
It doesn’t take long for the little demon in me to start up again, causing me panic at what I’m supposed to do next.
“What are you doing,Pidge?” Mr. Universe shouts over the music at me.
“Oh, you know, I’m just looking for every escape exit there is, there’s one right over—” I point over to the nearest one, then look up at him trying not to laugh, so I carry on. “There. I think if I sprint really fast, you won’t see me, and I can get outta here. It’s the best possible outcome from this horrible ordeal. Also, please don’t press charges, I swear I didn’t mean to touch your intimate area.”
He lets out a deep laugh in my ear. “I can swallow you whole if you like, little one.”
“I bet you could,likethe big bad wolf you are.” I slap my hand over my mouth.“Thatwasn’t supposed to come out.”
Someoneclears their throat, and I turn in the direction to Max looking at me like I have three heads and a baboon’s ass for a face. “Y-you g-good?” I ask.
Shenods and points toward the bar and wanders off through the crowd.
Somehow in myhysterical momentwith, what’s his name? Shit, I touched his crotch anddidn’t even get his name.
A finger taps the side of my temple, and a voice sounds in my ear. “What are you thinking up there, beautiful?”
I blurt out, “I didn’t get your name, but I touched your dick.”
He looks down at me with a dimpled smile and moves to my ear. “It’s Logan, as much as I thinkPidgesuits you, yours?”
“Hallie.”
“I preferPidge, do you want to go somewhere quieter?”
Why does he keep calling me that?
I’m about to turn him down when Max reappears with a tall, broad man who kinda looks like Logan. How doesshemove that quick?
“Halsmeet Colton, Colton,meetHallie,”sheshouts. “And you are?” Shecrossesher arms over herchest, raising an eyebrow while looking at Logan. Heresponds with what I presume is his name in her ear, and she laughs.Weird way to act about his name, so I make a note to ask her tomorrow what was so funny about it.I’m also certain that’s not the onlythingwewilllaugh at.
He turns to Colton and says something, then back to Max and says something to her.
“Wanna drink, beautiful,” he asks.
I nod toward the bar.
After a few more drinks,kindly paid forbyLogan and his cousin, Max and I go to move to the dance floor, but I’m stopped in my tracks by Logan.
“We’re leaving, you ready?” he says in my ear.
I put my finger up to wave it back and forth in a no-way sign. I may be a little on the drunk side but I’m not stupid. He’s a stranger. A hot stranger? Yes, but he could also be a murderer, and I don’t fancy not seeing tomorrow, so it’s a hard pass for me.
But, as always, Max is there to show me to the dark side and says in my ear, “Time to feel the burn in your loins.” She has a huge grin on her face. I grab her arm and turn us so our backs are facing the guys.
“Are you fucking crazy, he could be a murderer. Doyou want to be attending my funeral?You tell Aunt Agnes,you sent me to my death,” I shout back in her ear.
“Oh, stop being dramatic! He’s hot, you’re hotter, you need to lose your v-card, plus he said he’s your future husband, so what more could you want?”
Oh, hell. He said that. Jesus, save me please. Wait . . . no, I’m not going anywhere!
I look over my shoulder at the two gods behind us, and they’re looking at us like we are their next meal. And I wouldn’t mind being Logan’s, but we can’t, we don’t know them.
“Fine you don’t have to sleep with him, just get him out the way so I can do his cousin,” Max groans in my ear.
“Max, we don’t know them.” I pause glancing back tothem still watching us.“You’vejust met this guy; we cannot go our separate ways.”
Max is giving me her puppy-dog eyes, which she knows is my weakness. “Ten minutes, that’s all, just ten minutes, please.” She’s also smart enough to know when she begs, I can’t say no, so I nod.
Max squeals in delight and gives me a hard hug, causing an “Oof” to leave my mouth.
She turnsso quickly,grabbingColton by the arm, andwanders off into the crowd of people.
Awkwardly looking around, I glance over to Logan and smile. “Shall we get another drink, then dance?” I say in Logan’s ear.
“Drink?Yes. Dance? Hardpass,” he replies, rubbing his hand up and down the back of his neck.
“You can’t dance?” I coo at him, popping one hand on my hip and wagging my eyebrows.
“Not really, I’m better at other things,” he responds, shrugging.
I think I know what he means by that, so I turn, knowing he will follow, and head back to the dance floor.
DJ Ash is now on deck, and “Boss Bitch” by Doja Cat is being played.
Iswing my hips from side to side, moving my hands across my body and through my hair. Imay be overdoingit on the slut radar, but I can feel him watching me, and I fucking love it.
Hands grab my hips and I instantly know they don’t belong to Logan somehow.This could work in my favor, so I roll with it. I rub my ass against his crotch, and he grows in his pants.
This poor guy doesn’t know he’s now a chess piece in my game;he’s mumbling incoherent sentences in my ear, but I pretend I can understand him as another song kicks in from the decks.
A hand wraps around my forearm. “Be good for me,Pidge,” he rumbles in my ear, and he’s looking at me with heat in his eyes, and I nod.
Checkmate.