Shuffling out of the bathroom when I’m finished with my shower, I spot Summer’s hair cascading down the side of the couch and Rex is laying on top of her. I hear kissing noises and I hold back a little squeal, not wanting to disrupt their moment. I tip toe into the bedroom and shut the door quietly. Finally those two are figuring things out.
I throw on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top while I get to work on straightening my thick hair. I don’t know why I torture myself with this shit but I do it anyway. I feel sexier with my hair straight instead of a crazy mess of curls. After my hair’s done, I apply some heavy dark make-up. I go for smoky eyes and red lipstick to go along with the outfit that I plan on wearing.
It dawns on me that I still haven’t heard Summer start the shower yet. What the hell is going on out there? I swear to God if they’re ha**ng s*x on the couch I’m making them buy a new one.
I’m stripping off my tank top as the door flings open and Rex steps in, “Hey…um…” he stumbles over his words as he takes me in, standing in front of him with only my black strapless bra and my boy shorts.
“Rex spit it out.” He still doesn’t respond. I snap my fingers a few times, “Rex!” I yell.
He blinks a few times, “Summer’s in the shower, I’m running home to change. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Okay.” I respond as I turn my back to him and reach for my dress.
I decide to wear my black mini dress with the plunging neck line down the front and back. I take off the strapless bra since I can’t wear one with this and dig out my double sided tape from the nightstand. After I’m sure the girls are perfectly in place for the night, I pair the dress with my red stilettos. I’m putting on my bracelet when Summer walks in wearing a towel around her body and her hair.
“Hey. Damn Jas, you look hot.”
Smirking at her I say, “You and Rex looked pretty hot and heavy.”
She groans and goes over to my closet to find something to wear. “Not going to talk about it with you.”
“Okay.” I say with a smile, knowing that she’ll tell me eventually.
Summer turns, glares at me, and then takes the towel off her head and throws it at me.
“You just wait, Jasmine. You’re gonna find Mister Perfect,” I flinch and look away, “shit sorry.”
During my freshman year at college I thought I had found my mister perfect but he was perfectly wrong for me in the end. Max was just another reason why I ran off after college graduation. He wanted to plan my future for me. He wanted me to move to Texas with him while he ran his father’s oil company, which would have been great and also solved my problems with my parents, but Max insisted that there was no need to work. That was a problem for me, I wanted to work. I wanted to be my own person. Max wanted a trophy wife and I was willing to be just that if he at least let me be my own person. Let me find my way in life. But the real kicker was that Max was cheating on me and I’m not even sure when it started. One night during finals, right before graduation, I was going to surprise him and leave dinner on his bed so that he would have something to eat when he was finished with his study session, but instead I walked in on Max in mid-thrust to a girl he had bent over his bed. It makes me physically sick to my stomach that he was sleeping with her while he was still with me. I’m so glad I found out then before wasting my time and moving to Texas with him.
“It’s ok. I’m over it.”
I am over it, for the most part anyway, although I still miss him from time to time. We could have been great together. Max was comfortable and easy going and we just connected really well together.
“Anyway, nothing is going on. We’re just friends.” Summer says as a blush creeps up her cheeks.
I grin, “Friends with benefits.”
She didn’t have a comeback for that.
I finish slipping my heels on and leave Summer to get ready.
An hour later, Rex has a cab stop in front of Club Two Twelve. He helps us out and puts his hand on the small of both of our backs and escorts us up to the big meathead of a bouncer whose name I can never remember even though I’ve seen him plenty of times.
“Ace,” Rex greets him with a curt nod.
“Rex,” then Ace mumbles something into the radio that he’s wearing and moves the velvet rope to allow us to pass by all the waiting guests.
“Asshole,” Rex says under his breath as we pass by Ace.
We walk into the club and right away I know it’s going to be a great night. The DJ is one of the best around and just so happens to be playing Too Close by Alex Clare, one of my favorite songs. The dance floor is a sea of guys and girls bumping and grinding all over each other, everyone’s bodies are moving to the beat.
Rex leads us upstairs to the VIP section. We sit in a booth that is reserved for us and place our order with the waitress. When she returns, she comes over with four shots instead of three.
I gaze over at Rex, looking for an explanation. “Knox”
Nodding, I peek around expecting someone to be walking over to us but I don’t see anyone.
Summer doesn’t seem to want to wait though. She smiles at me, “Down it and then we’ll go down to the dance floor?”
I shrug and lift the shot glass to my lips. The vodka burns going down but it hits the spot. I feel it settling in my stomach, warming my body. Summer and I stand up and make our way back down the way we came so we can get to the dance floor.
After being out on the floor for a while, a thin layer of sweat glistens on our bodies. A few guys have come up to dance with us but after a song or two they fall away like we have a shield around us.
I’m about ready to tell Summer that I’m taking a bathroom break when City Boy by Donkeyboy comes on.
My h*ps start rolling, rocking my body to the song, when I feel someone slide up behind me. I freeze for just a second at the unexpected hand on my hip. I’m swaying my h*ps side to side; the guy behind me starts to spin me around slowly.
God, I hope this guy isn’t ugly because he actually has some decent rhythm.
My eyes meet his and my breath catches. This guy is oozing sexiness. His light brown hair is styled into a faux hawk, his compelling blue eyes frame his handsome yet rugged face. His nose is perfectly straight and his pink lips part in a dazzling display of straight, white teeth. Just from assessing his facial features I’m all hot and bothered. I bite the corner of my bottom lip, damn his lips. He stands there; devilishly handsome as my eyes roam down to his powerful set of shoulders that are straining against his button down dress shirt. He has the air of authority and the appearance of someone who demands attention.