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“I wouldn’t say you were miles away. More like a few feet, or however far it is to reach the dancefloor from here. Do you know her?” she asks and I’m momentarily startled. My heart starts to race and I start to panic that I have just fucked up this plan. I can’t tell Piper that we have to call it off, she will be so pissed. I have to fix this and make it seem like I was never here.

“Who? The blonde?” I ask nonchalantly. The eye roll I get from the bartender shows me I clearly wasn’t being as smooth as I hoped.

“Yes, the blonde with the gorgeous figure that you were so caught up in before that you couldn’t even hear me speak. Did you even hear me introduce myself?”

“Erm… no, sorry. Look, I space out sometimes, that’s all. What did you say your name was again?” I try to act as polite as possible but she isn’t buying it. It’s written all over her face and I need to think of something fast.

“I said my name was Lena. I also said that you either know that woman, or you are shit out of luck because given the way they are practically dry fucking each other on the dance floor, I’m guessing they will be leaving together.” A laugh bursts out of me and despite the seriousness of the situation, and the sheer rage I feel at the mention of Piper and him together, I do admire the bluntness to this petite girl. She doesn’t pull her punches and she obviously sees everything. That’s really dangerous for us, but there's just something about her.

“Well, Lena, I can assure you it is neither of those things. I was actually, believe it or not, checking out her tattoo. I’m a tattoo artist and the mandala design used on the rat at the top of her thigh is beautiful. Obviously it’s completely fake, but I was thinking it would make an amazing piece.” I smile directly at Lena, using the smile Piper always calls my panty-melting smile. The one she says I need to learn how to use to get me out of trouble with women. So I figured there is no better time than right now to practice because I think I am very fucked here.

Visibly startled, Lena bites on her lower lip and her eyes glaze over. She appears to be almost squirming and I wonder if Piper was right about the power of the smile. Hell, I should know by now that she is always fucking right. I lean forward, closing the distance between us as much as possible with a bar in the way, and I watch as she leans in towards me. It’s time to use some of the smooth talking abilities Piper has been teaching me to get out of this shitty situation.

“Besides, blondes really aren’t my type,” I say in my deepest, husky voice when I get as close to her ear as I can.

I watch as the shiver ripples down her spine and her eyes fire up with a darkness that can only indicate passion. It’s also impossible not to notice the way her nipples have become hard as rocks, straining to break free of her tight white top. The more I look at her, particularly combining the disheveled look with the horny appearance I just helped to create, she now looks as though she has just had a good, hard fuck. And I would be lying if I said that this thought didn’t make my cock stir to life.

I mentally have to slap myself to remind me of why I am here, but more importantly why I shouldn’t be here.

“Oh,” is all she says as she hands over the glass of Diet Coke, which I am suddenly in desperate need of. My throat feels parched, almost like I am flirting with Lena for real and the way my body is responding isn’t just a natural reaction.

I quickly dismiss that theory. This is all about Piper. Clearly, I am pissed at the way she is behaving with that pretty boy and as a result I was reflecting that onto Lena. I need to get out of here. Handing over some cash, I wait patiently for her to walk to the till and come back with my change.

As she walks to the cash register in the middle of the bar, I wince as it sounds like she is walking the gauntlet. Drunk and thirsty people that are around three or four rows deep surrounding the bar are shouting at Lena. Some are merely trying to get her attention to get served next. Others are taking out their frustrations by letting her know that she has taken too long serving me. Some even go as far as to call her a whore and tell her to pick up men in her own time.

The filthy look she gets from the ugly, round, little man who is also standing behind the bar is laughable. He is working even slower than she is, and he definitely doesn’t look like he wants to be there. In fact, he looks like he barely knows how to pull a pint, yet for some reason, he is behind the bar and given the scowl on his face, he is hating every minute.

He walks over to Lena, looks between her and me and begins to whisper in her ear. I am too far away to hear anything, and I am also too focused on tipping my cap to cover my face slightly more. The less people that recognise me and know that I am here the better.

Obviously whatever he says to Lena has her pissed because her back is ram-rod straight and her shoulders and pulled back tightly. Plus the disgust ripples across her face, no doubt as a result of his proximity. Once he is finished whatever lecture he is giving her, she picks up the change out of the till and walks back towards me.

“Everything okay?” I ask before I have even realised what I am saying. I need to get out of here, not draw myself in further. But there’s something about Lena, a quality that makes her need to be protected.

“Yeah, don't worry about it. He’s a shit boss but I’m used to it. Here’s your change, I have to get back to work. But here, take this,” she says as she thrusts a ripped up, scratty piece of bar mat in my direction.

Unfolding it, I see the word Lena with a phone number underneath. I look up, realising what this is, and the flush red blush that spreads across her cheeks is adorable. She seemed so sure of herself before, yet now uncertainty laces her features. I want to help with that, I want to say thank you and react like a normal guy would to being picked up. But I’m not normal, I have Piper.

“I’m sorry. I have a girlfriend,” I say gently, not wanting to hurt this girl who has been nothing but kind to me. I reach over to give her back the bar mat with her number on, but she shakes her head.

“You keep it, you never know when you might need it.” She smiles at me and I want to argue. I want to tell her that I won't be changing my mind, but I don’t. Instead, I put the mat into my pocket and give her a smile and a thanks. Who knows when I might need a friend, I guess.

Lena goes to turn away as I down the last of the drink I bought, knowing I need to get out of here as fast as I possibly can. I need to get the plan back into action. I need to think about Piper. But Lena stops, turns to face me and smiles.

“Do you have a name?”

“It’s Ollie,” I say. I know I should have lied, I know she shouldn’t know who I really am. For legal reasons, there should be nothing that ties me to this club at all, but that all goes out the window when she asks. It’s like a compulsion and I have to tell her.

“Nice to meet you, Ollie,” shouts Lena as she chuckles and walks to the other side of the bar. I give her a genuine smile this time and raise my now empty glass in a weird salute to the girl.

I look over to make sure that I have still been hidden from Piper, and that I still have time to get the plan back on track. So I quickly put all thoughts of the cute redhead behind the bar out of my head, and focus on my perfect Piper. For just a split second, I worried that Piper was looking right at me, but I know it wasn’t me. She was probably assessing how busy the bar is. But that's not a chance I can or should be taking. So without any further distractions I leave the bar, grab Piper’s car, and head back home to sort out the rest of Pipers plan.

Seven

Piper

Chance’s gaze is now flitting comically quickly between mine, Ollie’s, and my babies and then he starts to laugh. His shrill echo fills the room and his laugh becomes hysterical and tears of fear stream down his face. I just ignore him completely. Bending down, I kiss him tenderly on the cheek as I whisper, “Thank you,” into his ear. Making my way over to the raised, large bed on the other side of the room, I turn to look over my shoulder and I see that all eyes are on me, just what I was hoping.

Swaying my hips lightly as though there’s a slow, sensuous song playing around us, instead of the one I can only hear in my head. Pulling the side zipper down on my black silk dress, it hangs a little looser now, but doesn’t fall straight away. With my back still to my audience, I smile as I pull my arm out of the strap, using my other arm to hold on to the silky fabric. Swapping arms, I repeat the process whilst keeping hold of the fabric and ensuring my important bits are covered, for now. The black fabric ripples down my body like a dark flowing waterfall and I can’t help but admire my body as I look down. This part is always my favourite. I can feel the electricity in the room, the tension as everyone awaits my cue for what will happen next. I savour it, and take my time as I slowly drop the dress to the floor. Since I was already not wearing any panties or a bra, I’m now standing completely naked with my back to everyone. My hair is flicked back covering a lot of my back, but there is no denying the sexy curve of my arse and my thighs that look elongated in the heels I’m still wearing. The room is deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop and I smile. My nipples are hard as nails and throbbing. I reach up to them and give them a squeeze as I glance over my shoulder to make sure that I still have everyone's attention.

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