TOXIC AND ADICTIVE

4

And then he walked past me, his shoulder lightly brushing against his chest, and with that closeness, I caught a whiff of his intoxicating scent. Fresh and masculine, it electrified me. Not once did his eyes drift toward my cleavage. There were only two options: either he was gay, which I strongly doubted, or women didn’t impress him anymore because he’d already seen and tasted it all. Reluctantly, I leaned toward the second option. With a physique like his, it made more sense.

I placed the order at the bar and went back to join Santa. Unsurprisingly, she had already locked eyes with her target, a tall, dark guy. I saw her working her charm like a snake, her gorgeous blue eyes doing half the job.

– “Did you know there are celebrities here?” she asked, leaning closer so our tablemates wouldn’t overhear.

– “Celebrities?”

– “Yeah. There are pro basketball players, even a few soccer players, and some professional tennis players too. I think I also spotted a few influencers, but they’re at more private tables.”

– “Would’ve been surprised if there weren’t—did you see the cars parked outside?” I replied, eyes scanning the room, trying to spot the tall, tattooed guy from earlier. But it wasn’t easy. The lighting was poor, and the crowd didn’t help.

Our bottle arrived, and that’s when I saw the other girls at the table giving us curious glances, probably wondering who we were. Perfect. We’d just made our mark. The music was blaring, the mood was high, and Santa and I didn’t waste time getting up to dance like everyone else. After all, this was our job: bring the vibe, attract attention. I quickly noticed guys eyeing me as I moved casually. The more you act like you’re not there to hook up, the more they bite. Playing the “I-don’t-give-a-f**k” girl? That’s my specialty.

I made sure never to hold eye contact for more than two seconds. My big smile made the rest of the men hate gloomy girls. The happier you look, the more attractive you become. I didn’t move too much; I danced sensually, swayed to the left, then to the right in slow, calculated moves. Deep down, I hoped that somewhere in this crowd, that guy from earlier would be watching me. But that would be too good to be true.

The first few people started leaving the party. How did I know? I’d been staring at the door, telling myself that if I couldn’t find him in the crowd, I’d catch a glimpse of him on his way out. A few minutes later, another group left, and looking closely, I saw him among them. He was talking to a shorter guy. I wanted to see his face, but I only held his back. Still, they drew a lot of attention and their heads turned as they walked by.

– “Hey Santa,” I said without taking my eyes off them. They were already near the elevator. “Do you know who those guys are?”

– “Who?” she asked.

– “Them,” I nodded toward the elevator, but it had already closed.

– “Didn’t see.”

She kept dancing, but I’d lost my vibe. I wasn’t in the mood anymore. I really wanted a night with him. Just a taste. The way his arms looked strong and muscular, he wouldn’t have had any trouble lifting me and taking me in every imaginable and unimaginable position. I’m super flexible, so I’m sure it would’ve worked out perfectly. And f**k, his tongue was too beautiful, just flawless. It looked experienced, and I imagined it on my clip. With fingers that long? His c**k must be something else, probably a perfect size. The kind that makes you cry from pleasure. Orgasms guaranteed, maybe even ecstasy. My heart was aching. That damn elevator had just taken my living fantasy far away from me. Not fair.

– “It’s now or never,” Santa said, snapping me out of my daze.

– “What?”

– “The real wallets are already leaving. If we don’t hook someone soon, we just wasted ten grand for nothing.”

It’s already been a week since we went to that party in Nob Hill, and I still remember every detail of that devil’s face. I’d see him every time I closed my eyes, like he was tattooed on my eyelids. And it wasn’t fair. I’m sure I didn’t leave the same mark on him as he did on me otherwise, he wouldn’t have left me behind. That pissed me off. I’m hot and sexy, no doubt. I’m everyone’s type, no doubt. But there are always a few rare ones like him who seem immune to my charm.

That night, I ended up going home with a NASCAR driver, apparently last year’s champion. He was hot and good in bed. I got two orgasms, a fat check, and an autograph that I immediately sold online for five hundred bucks. I had no idea people like him could be famous. I certainly didn’t know him. Still, we exchanged Instagrams, and he said he’d reach out if he ever needed anything. I told him I had friends, and we could be available for parties. He said something was in the works, and he’d let me know.

It’s noon, and I’ve just woken up. Today’s Thursday, my day off. I had no plans. A quick glance around my room reminded me how badly it needed cleaning. I’m messy. You have no idea. The only thing in order is my closet, because it cost me a damn fortune. Usually, the only times I clean are when I’m expecting someone or when I’m in a good mood. But if you think about it, it’s not really a mess, it’s organized chaos. I know exactly where everything is in this disaster. Like, under my pink BLM t-shirt? You’ll find my dildo. Big one. And under the pile of clothes on the chair? A half-finished bottle of whiskey. I could go on like this all day, but I guess you don’t really care.

After cleaning, I’ll hit the Jacuzzi. Yeah, I have one. I live in a building in the heart of the Marina District, and there’s a private spa in our residence. My phone rang. I reached for it on the coffee table by my bed. When I saw who was calling, I knew my day was ruined.