The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(23)
Laughing and lapping up all the attention. Every now and then I see him say something to Bodie and Basil, and they listen intently. He’s coaching them how to pick up and what to say.
I’m standing near the dance floor, watching everyone. I hear a soft voice from behind me. “Grumpy.”
I smile into my drink. I kind of have to agree with him; he does make me grumpy. “Hello, Christopher.”
“Christo,” he corrects me.
“Is it?” I raise my eyebrow.
He twists his lips, amused. “It’s Christopher, but don’t tell anyone.”
“Do you think Christo sounds hotter?”
“Don’t you?”
“Definitely not.”
He chuckles and takes a swig of his beer. “Are you having fun?”
“I am.”
An awkward silence falls between us. He’s not all flirty and playful with me like he is with everyone else.
“How was taxicabbing today?”
“Hell on a stick.” He swigs his beer again.
“Didn’t you just get here? Why are you working already?”
“Had my credit card stolen and my bank account wiped on my first day.”
I screw up my face. “Ouch.”
“Hmm. Don’t talk about it.”
The DJ gets on his microphone. “Women, turn directly to your left,” he announces.
To the sound of giggles, all the girls turn to their left.
“Grab the man’s arm closest to you,” he continues. I smile. He’s been doing weird games like this all night.
I grab Christopher’s forearm.
“Now, after three . . . take his hands in yours and stare into his eyes.”
“What?” I frown.
Christopher chuckles and puts his beer down onto the ground. Everyone is laughing and joking as they take each other’s hands.
“As we wait for the full moon to come in, we are going to do two things,” the DJ calls.
Christopher and I laugh. This is ridiculous.
“We are going to count down, and then you are going to look the person in the eye. Tell them how many people you have slept with, and then you are going to tongue kiss them.”
The bar erupts with laughter.
What?
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”
“How many people have you slept with?” the DJ cries.
Christopher’s eyes hold mine. “I don’t know.”
“One,” I whisper.
I take his face in my hands and kiss him. My tongue slowly slides through his big lips, and he kisses me back.
Slow and tender, and his eyes flutter closed.
Oh . . .
His arm snaps around my waist, and he drags me closer. The kiss deepens.
And as I hear cheering and laughing in the background . . . we keep kissing.
Just the right pressure and a little suction.
He pulls out of the kiss and stares at me. His forehead crinkles. “What was that?” he snaps.
“I kissed you.”
“One?”
Oh crap . . . that’s what he’s been thinking about the whole time?
Embarrassed, I nod.
“One?” He gasps.
“Uh-huh.”
He stares at me for a beat, and his arm snakes around me again, and he pulls me closer. “Come here,” he growls.
Shit.
“No.” I pull out of his arms. “I have to go.”
“Why?”
“Because you have to keep shooting those fish in barrels.” I shrug. “And I have to swim upstream.”
Chapter 6
CHRISTOPHER
I watch her walk off as she disappears through the crowd.
One.
One . . . how is it one? Nobody is one.
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip. It’s still buzzing from that hot fucking kiss.
Hmm . . .
That was unexpected. She isn’t even my type.
“Christo,” I hear someone call.
I turn to see Bernadette. Her arms are wide as she rushes for me. “You didn’t kiss me yet, darling.” She slides her arms around my behind as she pretends to hug me. “It’s the full moon.”
Ugh, this woman is like a rash.
“You weren’t near me.” I fake a smile as I peel her hands off my behind.
Go away.
“That doesn’t matter.” She laughs as she leans in for a kiss . . . I lean back and glance over to see Hayden being led to the dance floor by some guy.
She’s laughing, and he spins her around.
What?
“Kiss me.” Bernadette smiles dreamily up at me.
For fuck’s sake . . . not now, woman.
“No, no, no,” I reply. “We’re roommates,” I tell her. “No hanky-panky.”
I crane my neck to see what Hayden is doing. The guy is talking to her, and she’s laughing as she listens attentively in return.
Hmm . . .
Bernadette goes up on her toes and leans in for the kiss. “Stop.” I wince, annoyed. I push her off me and march toward the dance floor. I fake a smile to the guy and lean in to Hayden. “Can I have a word?”
“What about?” she says loudly, so the guy can hear.