Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(4)
“Where is that matching bra?” I spoke out loud. I’d gotten into the habit of talking to myself shortly after my father dropped me off at Saint Patrick’s Orphanage. It was the only way to keep myself sane. Talking to God and myself.
Spotting the bra on the chair in my reading nook, I smiled. “There you are!”
Slipping the dress on, I pulled my hair up and applied a small amount of make-up before grabbing a clutch and heading back into the living room.
Princess was perched on her kitty condo cleaning herself. She barely acknowledged the fact that I walked by her.
I moaned as I slipped the Michael Kors shoes back on, that according to Annie, I got for a steal. “I’m going out, Princess. Be good while I’m gone!”
After paying the stupid cover to get into the Sunset Row Bar, I made my way over to the bar and waited in line for a drink.
Me: I’m here. At the bar getting a Bud Light.
It wasn’t thirty seconds later and Annie was texting me back with my first mistake of the night.
The BFF: No! Don’t order a beer. What is wrong with you? Get something fruity for Pete’s sake!
“What can I get you, pretty lady?”
My eyes looked up to find the handsome bartender smiling at me. Pushing a stray piece of brown hair behind my ear, I flashed him a smile and replied, “A Dos Equis with a lime please. Got to get my fruit in.”
His eyes lit up as he gave me a quick once over. The sexy smile that spread wider across his face caused my chest to warm up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before,” he said as he opened the beer and pushed a lime on the rim.
Okay, Paislie, it’s time to get your flirt on. “Never been here before.”
When his eyes landed on my lips, I gave them a quick lick. “The name is Greg.”
Reaching my hand across the bar, I replied, “Paislie, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Greg.”
“Oh, baby, I hope the pleasure will be mine by the end of the night.”
Wow. Damn. Slow down there, boy.
Pushing a twenty his way, I winked and said, “Keep the change.”
Before I even had a chance to turn around, I was grabbed and being drug out toward the dance floor.
“What have I told you? Never flirt with the bartenders and always order a fruity drink!”
I held my bottle of beer up in front of Annie’s face. “It has a lime!”
She rolled her eyes and mumbled something I couldn’t hear over the music.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gave me a naughty smile. “You are going to love Trey!”
“Who’s Trey?” I shouted.
She scrunched up her nose and yelled, “You’ll see.”
We came to a stop in front of a large table filled with overly-beautiful people. “What is this, an audition table for The Bachelor?” I asked with a chuckle.
Annie hit me as I glanced around the table. My eyes stopped on one guy who had his face buried in his phone.
Oh holy hell. His body. His dark hair. His body.
My insides quivered at the thought of getting lost in him. A few forbidden moments of pleasure to forget everything else.
Yummy.
“That’s who I was talking about on the phone. Come on,” Annie said, leading me over to the hot guy on his phone.
“Trey, this is my friend, Paislie.” Trey stood and I got a better look at his fit body. Okay, so my insides melted and my stomach was tugging with the idea of this guy on top of me.
Forgive me, Sister Elizabeth.
“Paislie, this is Trey. You’re both workaholics in need of getting drunk and having some fun.”
Trey laughed as he took my hand and gently kissed the back of it while my teeth sunk into my lip.
“Paislie, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”
Jesus . . . his voice melted my panties.
“Trey,” I said. Then something happened and I forgot all my good sense. “Hopefully the pleasure will be mine by the end of the evening.”
Annie’s mouth dropped open as I tried to make it seem like I didn’t just sound like a class-act whore. Worse yet . . . I took the damn bartender’s pick-up line. How lame was I?
His dark-brown eyes lit up with a fire as he leaned in closer to me and placed his lips next to my ear. “I can make that happen.”
Oh, hell yes. I was getting laid tonight.
Trey and I spent the next two hours dancing, talking, and drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. I wasn’t surprised when we ended back at my apartment and Trey did indeed feel good between my sheets and me.
The moment his tongue dove deep inside of me, I gasped and grabbed his hair. “Forgive me, Sister Elizabeth,” I mumbled as my body trembled.
I’d only let one other guy go down on me, and we dated for six months before he finally talked me into it.
Trey, however, was a one-night stand who I intended on having fun with. A lot of fun. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it the right way.
“Damn baby, I want to bury myself inside you.”
My breathing was erratic as my brown eyes looked into his. “Do it!” I cried out as he ripped the condom open and rolled it on.
For one night I wanted to be naughty. I didn’t want to think about clients, or money, or my worthless father who called again to ask for money. I didn’t want to think how no guy ever made my insides all mushy or the fact that I was incapable of love.