Page 80 of King of Clubs

Marlee

You know I'mnoton a date.

I miss you too. I appreciate your apology.

And do not make me think about that when I'm out without you.

Glancing up Arna turned her screen to me and I held my childish drink aloft and smiled at Andy’s face. The camera turned quickly panning to Seb sitting at the poker table, cards in his hands.

I hitched in a breath.

He stared right through the phone, his eyes tentatively appraising, waiting to see how I responded to him.

How was he even sexier than I remembered, scowl and all?

Cooper came in from the side and stuck his face over the entire screen, grinning at me, “Hey, Marls. You look hot. Need us to come out to make sure – ouchhhh,” he whined and I cracked up as I saw him hold onto his arm and Andy take the phone back.

My phone buzzed again as Arna began babbling about her desire for a spa later to her smiling fiancé.

Sebastian

You are beautiful.

I want to taste that cotton candy on your tongue. Should I throw this hand and come and get you?

I sent a love reaction to his message and then decided Martini Marlee was a little bratty.

Marlee

Have to go, there is a dance floor calling my name. Good luck with the hand though.

I was definitely going to need to see him tomorrow. Both to kerb the building arousal and because we needed to talk. Emptying my glass I stood and reached for Arna’s hand, proud of the flirtatious undertones in my message.

“Tell him you will see him later, I want to dannnnceeee,” I was definitely tipsy as I leaned over and blew a kiss to Andy just before she hung up.

“How is my man such a snack?” She exclaimed as she stood and followed me to the tiny dance floor where we were literally the only people up and moving. It was banger after banger and it wasn’t long before my hair was stuck to my neck as we headed towards the table. In the midst of dancing Arna had somehow ordered us two shots and two more drinks that looked like they came from a children’s lolly shop.

“I have no idea what this is, but it’s delectable,” she moaned, taking a sip.

“All of this sugar is going to give me a headache and I don’t even care,” I replied, hiccuping and then giggling. “Leave your migraine pills out for me because Martini Marlee is going to need them.”

“It’s a Tequila Mockingbird,” she slurred. “Cheers to Atticus Finch.” I had no idea what she was talking about but I threw my head back alongside hers, the burn of the liquor scorching my throat before we had the second one immediately after.

“I think after these we should go somewhere with a bigger dance floor,” my tongue felt thicker in my mouth but I was enjoying myself too much to stop. The alcohol had taken the edge off the sadness that I'd been feeling for the past few days and it was a relief to have a moment where I wasn’t constantly worried about how Seb and I would work through this.

“Okay, I need to go to the bathroom and I’ll let Andy know we're moving. I might send him a pic while I’m in there too,” she grinned as she went to the toilet and I sipped my lolly land cocktail, fanning my sweaty neck with the menu.

Marlee

I’m still mad at you

But I miss you

And your cock

And the glass

And your smell

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