Page 58 of Bad Situation

Jen: ?

I smile and when I turn the corner to enter the biggest tent, I see a display with a mostly demolished wedding cake that was probably the size of the Empire State Building. But beyond that, across a ton of tables that’re decorated to the hilt with flowers and shit, is a woman with her back to me. She’s looking down, but her dark hair is piled on the back of her head and she’s in a tight dress that hugs every curve of her body.

I’d know that ass anywhere.

It’s mine.

I stop and look down at my phone.

Me: Turn around.

It takes a couple seconds, but she whips around, having to steady herself on the back of a chair in the process. When her eyes land on me, they go big and her face falls as if she’s seen a ghost. I widen my stance and lift a hand to crook a finger at her. It’s time to go.

The last of the partiers are paying us no mind and the small group still on the dance floor is hacking up some rap song from the nineties. She narrows her eyes before looking around to see if anyone is watching us. What she does not do is come to me.

Me: Are we leaving or do you want me to take you to the dance floor again?

She looks down at her phone and frowns before shaking her head. Without looking back to me, she turns and picks up a small bag on the table and what looks to be a scarf. When she moves, she doesn’t do it in a straight line, but heads back to the dance floor and straight to a small blond woman whose dress is the same color as Jen’s but shorter. The blonde does everything she can to pull her back into the madness, but Jen talks her way out of it and turns toward me.

She might be walking my direction, but she doesn’t make eye contact. She’s looking down at the phone I gave her and I’m not quite sure I’ve ever seen anyone text so violently. I’ve also not seen anyone look as good in a formal dress as she does. The slit going straight up the front gives me a peek of the same bare legs that straddled me earlier. My cock twitches as I imagine them straddling me in other ways.

Jen: What do you think you’re going?

Jen: doing?

Jen: We can’t be sen tobethr.

Jen: Seen.

I don’t bother texting her back because when she reaches me, I turn as her shoulder brushes my chest. I fall into step behind her and lean in to put my lips close to her ear. “Baby, relax.”

She turns to frown at me and almost shouts her whisper, “How did you get in?”

“Shh.” I smirk at her and she turns away from the parking. “Where are you going?”

“My stuff is in the house.”

I grab her hand to stop her. “You can get it tomorrow.”

“But all my things are in there,” she argues.

I smirk. “I thought you didn’t want to be seen with me. Shouldn’t we just make a run for it before poor Justin has second thoughts about letting me in? By the way, I’m not real impressed with your security.”

Her arms flail before falling to her sides. “How do you get through all the security? My building? The wedding? Do you hypnotize people or something? Does the government really have those Men in Black thingymajigs?”

I shake my head and step closer so my chest brushes her tits. “No, but one of those would make my job a lot easier, trust me.”

We’re between the main house and the meadow that serves as a parking lot. We’re far away from the party and only the moon lights up her face. Her eyes are glassy and, even though I can’t smell anything on her, I can tell she’s been drinking because she sways. I put my arm around her and she leans into me as her words contradict her actions. “Eli. We can’t be seen together.”

Her hands come to my pecs when I pull her up to brush my nose against hers. “No. We can’t.”

“Are you going to kiss me? Because I want you to even though you shouldn’t.”

I don’t kiss her. “I’m glad you want me to kiss you.”

“I’m drunk.”

“Really? I never would have guessed.”

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