Playing the Game of Temptation

CHAPTER 2

I sent a text to my sister to tell her where I was and that we should leave now.

She responded after a few seconds with a picture of her with the barista from earlier and that they were already leaving the club.

I almost cussed out loud and reminded myself to give her a good beating when I met her again.

“Everything alright?”

I jumped from my seat upon hearing his voice. I looked up to see Mr. Good-Looking Stranger with a bottle of beer in his hand and a glass of another drink in the other.

“Have you found your sister yet?” He asked as he sat beside me but maintained a good distance. I briefly showed him the picture that my sister sent me and he chuckled upon seeing it. “Looks like she’s already enjoying the rest of the night.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe she really left me here.”

“Well, you could just let yourself enjoy the night, too.” He offered the drink he'd brought with him along with the beer he'd already drinking but I eyed it suspiciously. He laughed upon seeing my reaction.

Is it crazy that I find his laugh sexy? I must blame it on alcohol.

“I swear I didn’t put anything in it.” He said, holding up one hand like he was swearing an oath.

“I don’t know, men are pretty dangerous,” I said, but took the glass of drink anyway.

“It’s a harmless martini,” he responded before chugging down his beer.

I was still feeling tipsy, so I didn’t bother drinking it, and not because I didn’t trust him, because for some bizarre reason, I felt safer around him than the other guys in that club.

I had lost track of time as soon as we started having random conversations. About a certain movie, different kinds of drink, even our pet peeves and I found myself enjoying his company. I told him the main reason why my sister dragged me to this club in the very first place and he would laugh at the fact that my sister just literally left with another man even though she said she’s done with men.

“I would never date assholes like that.” I commented. “Maybe I won’t date anyone.”

His eyebrows rose as soon as I said that. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because men are trash.” The words were out of my mouth before I even knew it.

The statement made him chuckle. “Maybe you just haven’t been with the right man. That’s why you’re thinking like that.”

I shook my head. “I don’t have the time to find him right now. I have my priorities.”

“So you’re a career woman? That’s good.” He picked up the bottle and took it to his lips.

I was in a daze to realize I was watching his every move and the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he gulped down his beer.

He looked at me as he put the bottle back down on the table. I watched in awe as he licked the remnants of beer on his lips.

He moved closer towards me but we were still at least a seat apart. “If I kissed the career woman right now, would she hate me for that?”

I blinked at him, my face turning crimson. “I don’t know. You could try.”

I noticed the playful smirk that displayed on his lips before he moved swiftly and I gasped in surprise when he pulled me by the waist and hoisted me up so I was sitting on his lap.

We were at the far end of the club where it was almost too dark for people to notice us.

I placed both of my hands on his shoulder while he had me pinned down on his lap with his arms wrapped around my waist.

His lips were inviting but I stopped myself from taking the initiative to kiss him first.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe I was just already too drawn by him, but all I know was, the sober Amelia would never do anything like wanting to kiss a stranger or even sit on his lap.

“Did anyone tell you you’re beautiful?”

God, he’s good with words, too.

I shrugged at him. “My parents might have.”

He chuckled. “And funny, too.”

He looked at my lips, then up to my eyes and then looked back down at my lips again. My lips parted as I began to breathe heavily. I knew what he wanted to do and I couldn’t help but anticipate it. My mind was already chanting the words ‘kiss me’ all over again and I just might say the words out loud in the next minute if he still wouldn’t make a move.

“Can I kiss you?”

I thought I would melt into a puddle right then and there with those four words. I wasn’t even done nodding my head when he cupped the back of my head with his hand and pulled me down, finally claiming my mouth.

I moaned at the feel of his lips on mine. They’re soft but demanding, taking control over the kiss. I gasped when he pulled my body closer to his. My lips parted and he took that as an opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.

I was feeling heady and out of breath but I didn’t want him to stop kissing me. I couldn’t stop kissing him as well.

I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t realize I was already grinding myself on top of him. Once I sober up tomorrow, I would be horrified if my brain remembered I was dry humping a stranger at a club. But right now, I could care less about what sober-Amelia would think.

I pulled away to catch my breath but he was not done kissing me yet. He trailed kisses along my jawline before claiming my lips again, the action eliciting another moan from me.

He rained kisses on my neck. I was catching my breath, my lips felt swollen.

“I can’t wait to have you moaning in my bed.” He whispered the words above the music, loud enough for me to hear him.

As if his words were a bucket of ice poured over me, I pushed him away and hastily got off of him.

“Nice try, a**hole.” I grabbed my purse as I stood up and started walking away from him.

He followed behind me and tried to grab my hand but I managed to dodge him. “You were so into that kiss, weren’t you?”

I whirled around and glowered at him. “Yeah, until you decide to show what kind of an asshole you are. I’m sorry to deliver the bad news but you’re not getting me to moan in your bed tonight, jerk!”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I was just-” When he attempted to grab me again, my hand came flying across the room and landed roughly on his cheek, which caught the attention of the people around us.

I felt like I should apologize for slapping him, but the fact that he made an asshole move just made me realize it’s not worth it. He didn't deserve any apology from me. So I just turned around and left with eyes following me until I was outside of the club.

I was fighting back my tears as I hailed for a cab.

That’s enough attention for tonight.