Page 31 of Bayside Heat
“Something like that.” Serena had forgotten what she had on. She did look like she was trying to get lucky. Was that why Drake had finally made a move?
“I thought she’d dressed for Drake!” Harper said as they began dancing.
Violet danced over to Serena and said, “So did he,” into her ear.
Serena glared at her.
“She’s been dressing for Drake since she realized she had boobs!” Chloe teased. “Why would tonight be any different?”
“Shut up and dance with us!” Serena said, hoping to change the topic.
They danced in a group to so many songs, Serena didn’t know when the colored lights had dimmed, and she didn’t care. She was a little high and was feeling good. When Harper tapped her on the shoulder and motioned toward Drake sitting at the table watching her like she was putting on a private show just for him, she turned up the heat.
Holding his gaze, Serena thrust out her breasts, rolling her shoulders back, first one, then the other, swaying her hips to the same rhythm. She raised her arms, moving them over her head as she turned seductively. When she’d turned full circle, his face was a mask of wicked intent. His interest made her feel bold and sexy. She sidled up to Emery in an erotic grinding dance. Emery fell right into step, and together they drove Dean and Drake out of their minds.
Suddenly Emery grabbed Serena’s hand, jerking her out of her sensual taunt.
Emery’s eyes widened as she stared at Serena’s new bracelet. “What is this amazing thing? Where’d you get it?”
“It’s a going-away present from Drake.” Serena’s pulse spiked again, and she stole a glance at Drake, who was still practically drooling over her.
“He gave you a slave bracelet?” Violet asked with more than a hint of shock. “I did not expect that kind of fuckery. Wow.”
“What’s a slave bracelet?” Desiree asked. “That sounds really offensive, Violet. You shouldn’t say that in public.”
Violet stopped dancing and gave her sister a deadpan look. “Not that kind of slave, Desiree. It indicates a BDSM slave. They relinquish all rights to their master.”
“Who would do that?” Desiree gasped, looking at Serena with troubled eyes.
“What? No! What are you…? He isn’t…Ohmygod.” She stormed off the dance floor and headed for the table. The girls followed like she was the pied piper. She stopped, and they collided into her. She turned around as they frantically apologized all at once.
“Please don’t say anything, okay?” she pleaded. “I don’t need everyone thinking this about me. Us. There is no us!” And if he is into slaves, there is definitely no us.
“We won’t,” Desiree promised.
“Promise,” Harper said.
Chloe laughed. “My lips are sealed, but I totally want to know!”
“I don’t,” Mira said.
Serena needed a drink. Or three. She glared at Violet and Emery.
“Fine. Jesus, you guys are so weird.” Violet went back to the dance floor.
“Okay, but you have to tell us what he says when we’re not around the guys,” Emery urged. Then she joined Violet.
Serena thought she was nervous before, but every step closer to the table made her heart race faster. The girls took their seats, chatting with Rick and Dean and stealing glances at her. Her thoughts fragmented as Drake rose to his feet in all his rugged glory—and she pictured him with a whip, wearing leather shorts and a collar.
Shitshitshit.
“Take my seat, Supergirl,” he said. “I got you another drink.”
She sank down to his chair.
He pushed a glass in front of her and leaned in close, bringing his mouth beside her ear. His chest pressed deliciously against her side as he said, “It was torture watching you dance and not being out there with you.”
“What do you want to do? Handcuff me to your wrist?” she snapped in a hushed whisper.
He chuckled against her cheek, and despite her irritation, her entire body heated and tingled in anticipation of his lips on her again.
“Is that what you want?” he asked in a low voice.
“No!” She put her hand up, shielding her mouth as she spoke harshly into his ear. “I can’t believe you got me a slave bracelet!”
