Page 30 of Crash and Burn
A couple hours go by, and I’ve drunk so much I’m actually tipsy. Tech and Buzz keep bringing over trays full of shots for the five of us, and I kept downing them, one-by-one. Trix’s eyes find mine and light up as she stalks toward me. I groan.
“Hey, baby,” she purrs out.
“Trix! Ras was just talking about how much he wanted a lap dance,” Saint tells her. I shoot him a death glare, and his dumb ass smirks. I let her do her thing, so I don’t have to hear her bitch. The entire time she dances, I have my eyes on Marley as she dances with Tink on the makeshift dance floor. She moves her body so seductively, knowing I’m watching her. I notice Ruger watching her, too.
When the song ends, she says something to Tink, smiling. She glances over Tink’s shoulders, her eyes landing on mine, and her smile fades. More than likely, from seeing Trix dancing on me. She says something else to Tink before turning around and heading down the hall.
I shove Trix off me and go after her before Ruger has a chance to. There’s no way I’m letting him go after her. When I think I lost her, she walks out of the hall bathroom, running right into me.
“Hey, Princess.” I grin at her.
“Romeo.” It comes out breathy, but with sass, the scent of alcohol on her breath.
