BAD REP(8)

“No, I'm heading into work. I got a job at Barton's,” I told him, my breath catching as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the wall.  I heard Cicely snicker behind us as Eli's hand slithered up my bare thigh.  See!  This is why I kept the boy around!  His fingers were something akin to the touch of God!

I couldn't help but tremble at the feel of his fingers playing with the hem of my shorts.  “You look hot,” Eli breathed as his tongue tasted the side of my neck.

“You guys going to the party?” I asked a little breathlessly as he pressed himself against me.  I could feel his hard on through his jeans and I had to wonder if that was for me or bimbo Barbie back there.

I also couldn't help but notice his group of friends were still standing in the hallway waiting for him.  Um, embarrassing much?  I knew Eli was already drunk.  I could smell the Jack Daniels on his breath as he moved to nibble on my ear.

“Yeah.  We'll probably be down there all night.  You sure you can't come?  I'd like to see what you've got going on underneath here.”  Eli pulled at my collar, looking down my shirt.  I smacked his arm and pushed him back.

Eli laughed and stepped away.  “No can do, I've got to do the whole responsible thing.”  I hated how wobbly my voice sounded, but Eli brought out the bitch-in-heat side of me like nobody else.  Eli smirked.

“Well, I'll miss you.  I'll call you tomorrow,” he said lazily.

I would have smiled at the fact that he actually said he'd miss me except that the f*cking red head had a hold of his arm again and was pulling him out toward Randall's car.  I put a hand to my flushed face.  It was crazy how he could make me go from zero to sex starved in point two seconds.

“Um, okay.  Have fun,” I called out, but Eli didn't hear me, having already gotten in the back of the car, with slut one and slut two.

I got into Riley's car.  “Don't say a word,” I warned, shooting her a look.  Riley lifted her hands.

“What?  I wouldn't dream of telling you he's a douche bag.  Considering that you actually allow him to stick that filthy tongue down your throat.  And I definitely wouldn't tell you that he clearly has a standing appointment with gonorrhea.  That would be just too mean.  I just really hope you guys are safe.  I would double wrap it, to be on the safe side.”

I sighed and didn't comment.  Riley was right of course.  My run in with Eli left me with a sick taste in my mouth.  Yeah, I wasn't so sure about our pseudo relationship anymore.  As good looking as he was and as much as I loved the way his tongue made me wet, I thought more of myself than that.

Refusing to think too much about my floundering love life, I focused on the night ahead of me.  I was excited to be working at Barton's.  I was looking forward to the tips and the increase in cash.  The number $3,500 kept flashing through my mind like a neon sign and I knew I had to get my shit sorted and fast.

I had talked to a couple of my sorority sisters and knew they were planning on coming in tonight to give their support.  So, I was looking forward to my evening.  And though I hated to admit it, I was looking forward to seeing Jordan again.

My stomach fluttered as I thought about his blue eyes and tongue ring.  I had heard that tongue rings could feel amazing.  You know, when they were doing things...ah, hell.  I could admit I had fantasized about his tongue underneath my panties ever since I had laid eyes on him that afternoon.

What was wrong with me?  I had just got hopelessly turned on by the guy I was sort of seeing and now I'm getting even more turned on thinking about my new co-worker!  My hormones were seriously out of whack!

And damn if the blush didn't start.  By the time we pulled up outside of Barton's and parked in the employee area around back, my cheeks were scarlet.  Riley arched an eyebrow at her.  “Why are you all red?  You alright?” she asked.

I rubbed at my face. “I'm fine.  Let's go inside,” I replied airily, getting out the car.  Barton's was pretty dead.  It was only 4:30, so we had some time before the dinner rush hit and then the later drinking crowd.  I followed Riley through to the kitchen toward the small manager's office.  We poked our heads inside, seeing Moore sitting at a desk and Jordan in a chair, his feet propped up on the table in front of him.

Jordan looked up when we arrived and gave us a huge grin, his eyes immediately finding mine.  Moore looked at us over his shoulder.  “Hiya girls.  Good to see you.  Thanks for jumping in with both feet today.  I hope you'll enjoy working here,”  the manager said, swinging his chair around to face us.