“I’m getting a drink,” she yells as we get further in and the pounding music fills our ears.

I nod and give her a thumbs-up. I find a booth and slide in, glancing around. People are grinding against each other on the dance floor; I suspect some of them have their bits in action. Actually, I’m certain of it. Gross. My phone buzzes again and I sigh, dragging it out of my purse again. Reign.

R: What r u upto?

T: I’m clubbing.

R: With Autumn?

T: Yes.

R: No problem. Have fun.

What the hell was that for? I roll my eyes and turn my phone off. I’m here to have some fun. When Autumn returns with our drinks, I shoot mine down before taking her hand and dragging her onto the dance floor. I need to dance, and I need to do it, like, yesterday.

We’re grinding and sweating, having danced for about an hour, when Xander arrives. He obviously finds me on the dance floor, because I feel a pair of hands touch my hips and a voice whisper into my ear, “You look good tonight.”

Definitely Xander.

“Hello to you too,” I murmur, shivering as his hands run up my sides and he starts moving his body with mine.

Autumn notices him and gives me a thumbs-up, grinning as she spins and begins grinding her body against a tall, very handsome man.

“You always look so good in a dress?” Xander says, leaning in so close his breath warms my ear.

“Well, it depends,” I say back, my voice lusty. “If I tuck my penis in far enough, I can usually pull it off.”

He chuckles. “There is nothing manly about your ass.”

“Is that so?”

“Hmmmm.”

We continue to dance, rubbing our bodies seductively up against one another. I’m not ashamed. I make no secret of the fact that I need to get laid. Xander seems like the right guy to do it. He’s sexy, he’s sweet and I’ve no doubt he can deliver the big O without qualms.

“I need another drink. Come on,” he says, pulling me off the dance floor.

We get ourselves a drink and slide into the booth. Xander leans in close enough so that I can hear him speaking to me over the loud music.

“How’s working for Reign going?”

I shrug, sipping my drink. “It’s fine. It pays the bills.”

“He treat you good?”

Why does he want to know? It’s really not the best way to get my vagina to sing. I don’t need to be thinking about Reign when I’m trying very hard to get laid.

“Want to get out of here?” I ask.

He nods, his eyes growing lusty. Oh yes, he knows what I’m about.

We leave the club after I advise Autumn where I’m going, and whom I’m doing. She is busy finding her own excitement for the night. God bless our hussy asses. Xander takes me to his convertible car, and we slide in.

“My house?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He pulls out and begins driving towards his house. His hand goes to my leg and he begins to rub softly as he speeds up. It’s sexy and nice for a while, until he starts getting faster and faster. This usually wouldn’t bother me too much, but he’s had a fair bit to drink. I realize with panic, that we’re going well above the speed limit.

“Yeah, you might wanna slow down,” I say, feeling my heart kick up a notch.

“Don’t be such a girl.” He laughs. “I won’t crash.”

“You’ve had a couple of drinks. I’d really rather you slow down.”

He ignores me, speeding up even more. He’s laughing, like he’s getting great satisfaction out of the fact that this is scaring the absolute shit out of me. He could crash, or we could hit someone. Speeding like this is not cool, not cool at all. My heart is pounding and fear quickly wipes out any lust I felt towards Xander.

“Slow down or let me out,” I yell.

He turns to me, taking his eyes off the road. My stomach lurches. Fuck sleeping with him; I just want to get out of this car alive.

“Let your hair down a bit. You might find you enjoy it.”

“I said, slow the fucking car down!” I scream.

He skids around a corner, causing me to end up plastered against the door. I feel ill as I hear his laughter. “Just chill out, it’s fun.”

It’s not fucking fun.

“Stop the fucking car!”

He slams to a stop outside a massive penthouse. My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking. I turn to him, my expression wild. “What the hell is wrong with you? You could have had an accident.”

He puts his hands up. “It was a bit of fun, Tia. Shit. Don’t get all emotional about it.”

“Fun?” I screech. “Are you serious?”

He leans over, putting his hand on my thigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would scare you.”

He rubs his hand up until it tucks under my dress. He can’t be fucking serious. His other hand slides up to my straps and he tugs one down. What the hell is wrong with him? He just scared the living hell out of me and now he’s trying to hit on me? No wonder Reign warned me about him, his sweet act is just that...an act.

“Get your hands off me.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “What’s your problem? It was just some fun.”

I pull back so hard my dress tears. Shit. I loved this dress. I spin angrily, jumping out of the car. “Eat shit, you bastard.”

He glares at me. “You know what? You’re not even worth the effort. You’re just a fuckin’ cock tease.”