Page 55 of Fraud
I replied honestly, “I don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t we go grab our drinks and talk it over? Or not.” He grinned.
“Good idea,” I said.
He took my hand and led me toward the table once again. The margarita I’d ordered before being whisked off to the dance floor was waiting for me, and I eagerly took a sip the instant I sat down, licking the salt from the edge.
“Do that again,” Killian said, his eyes dark and demanding.
Feeling adventurous, I did as he’d asked but slower this time. My tongue darted out, lapping up several grains of salt from the glass, and then I sipped the liquor down.
Before I’d even placed the drink down on the table, he was there, leaning over the table, eyes wild, as his mouth descended on mine.
He tasted like tequila and lime. My eyes fluttered closed as our tongues melted together over and over. I felt his hand against my cheek, pulling me close.
Someone groaned.
Maybe it was him.
Maybe it was me.
But, in that moment, I wanted to give in to every desire.
Every whim.
Every single secret fantasy.
Instead, I ruined it by opening my big fat mouth.
“I’m a virgin,” I said as our lips parted.
He instantly pulled back, eyes wide. “What?”
That seductive, almost hypnotic expression he’d had only moments earlier was gone.
Erased by three single words.
“I just thought you should know,” I said. “Remember my deep, dark secret?”
He nodded.
“That’s it. I know I said I needed a little liquid courage, but at the rate we’re going, I wasn’t sure that was the best idea.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You’re right.”
Silence descended around us.
And, for the rest of the night, it lingered.
Never leaving until I found myself back at home.
Alone again.
I spent the rest of the weekend at home.
On Saturday, I lay in bed, staring at my cell phone, wondering how I’d gone from being the most popular girl with two guys nearly going to blows over me to nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
