“I need a drink,” I said playfully, our noses touching. His eyes were deep brown, like two dark pools. I could see myself reflected in them. “And a visit to the ladies’ room. I’m melting in this sweater.”
“That sweater will be off soon enough,” he said, putting his cheek to mine and moving us slowly around the floor. “But first, you have to slow dance with me.”
“Okay…” I sighed in his ear. There was no way I could refuse. It felt so good being in his arms. He was wearing an expensive suit and smelled heavenly. I could feel the lean muscles in his shoulders, his chest pressing to mine. And his cock, harder now, was pushing into my leg. I shifted to the side a little, so it could rub against my cunt as we moved around the floor.
“I like the way you dance,” I said, my lips at his ear. “And you smell amazing. What is that?”
“Aramis,” he said, pressing his nose to my hair. “You smell nice, too. Is that lavender?”
“It is,” I said, pulling my head back so I could look him in the eyes.
He pushed his eyebrows up. “What?”
“Are you married, Brad the banker?” I asked.
He smiled. “Would it matter?”
I tried not to look too disappointed. “I’m afraid so. I don’t do married men.”
“What kind of men do you do?” he asked, smirking.
I gave him a scolding look. “The unmarried kind.”
He shook his head. “That’s good to know. I’ve never been married.”
“Swear?”
He held up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”
I had already checked his left hand for a ring. He wore a large garnet on the finger, but no wedding band. “Okay,” I said, starting to stroke the back of his neck with my nails. “How about a fiancé?”
“Nope, never been engaged,” he said. “Never even close.”
“Not even close?” I asked, giving him a sideways smile. “How can someone who looks and smells and dances like you not have women lined up around the block to sleep with them.”
“I never said I didn’t have women lined up around the block,” he said. I couldn’t tell by his expression if he was joking or not. I was too drunk to notice the little red flag waving in my brain. “I just said I’d never been engaged.”
“Ah, so you do have women lined up around the block.”
He slid his hands down over my ass and lifted me up to my tiptoes. “Other women may be lined up around the block, but I’m here with you.”
I bit my lip and gave him a drunken, horny stare. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?”
Before he could answer, the crowd started the countdown to midnight. Brad the banker and I held hands and chanted right along with them.
“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year!”
The crowd erupted in cheers and hollers. The bar filled with the sights and sounds of New Year’s: noisemakers, horns, streamers, balloons, and kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. I turned back to Brad and put my hands to his cheeks. “Happy New Year, Brad the banker.”
“Happy New Year, Molly the paralegal.”
I pulled his face down to mine and gave him a deep, wet, hot, sloppy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my lips to his ear and sighed.
“Okay, whatever your name really is, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Chapter 5: Conner/Brad
Molly and I went over to say a quick goodbye to Andy and Monique, who looked at us as if we had two heads. Andy wasn’t shocked at all that I had been there less than an hour and was leaving with the most beautiful girl in the place. Monique, on the other hand, gave me a hard, suspicious look, like I was forcing her friend to leave against her will. While Monique was doublechecking with Molly to make sure things were cool, I gave the waitress another hundred-dollar bill and asked her to bring my coat. While the girls chatted, I pulled Andy aside.