Full Moon Games Series

Chapter 5

It occurred to me then that he might be one of the individuals who was writhing with a partner in one of these open rooms. I shook my head. Surely not. I hoped he wasn't expecting me to writhe with him because that would not be happening.

Aimes had literally invited me to one big orgy. What was I going to do when I saw him? Laugh or slap him?

Maybe the best thing to do was to leave before he realized I was here. That way, I could avoid any awkwardness. I barely knew the guy, and I was already watching live porn because of him.

As much as I enjoyed a good s*x scene in the books I read, s*x parties weren't for me.

I moved down the hallway and peeked into another room where a couple were going at it with her on top this time. What level of confidence did one have to have to be able to do it in a room full of people watching and act like you didn't even know they were there? I would be so self-conscious.

I was about to look away when I could have sworn that the man bared his teeth at his partner. What. The. Hell.

She licked his face, and I wondered if it was some type of s*x game to act like animals in bed. Yeah, kinky s*x was a thing, but I had never heard of people baring their teeth at one another.

I kept walking down the hallway while shaking my head disbelievingly. Being here was almost laughable. It was the furthest thing from my scene, and I was so at a loss as to why Aimes wanted me here. I felt like a fish out of water, and I was dressed as if I belonged at a bookstore, not a s*x party.

It was definitely time to leave.

I made my way to the front of the club where the couple were once again "feeding" off each other. It made a lot more sense now when I considered what I had witnessed in the other rooms. I stopped and stared, waiting to see if there was any blood or a mark or something.

But vampires? It wasn't possible.

Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder.

I jumped and turned to find Aimes smiling down at me.

"You scared the crap out of me," I said with a breathless, awkward laugh.

I glanced back at the bar, and the couple looked like just another couple again. Maybe I really was losing it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, little rabbit." He said it with the kind of smile that suggested that he really did mean to.

I scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure you are."

Still, I couldn't help my relief at seeing him again. His was the only friendly face here, and that same sharp tug as at the bookstore dragged me one step closer to him.

He grinned, this one real and genuine. "I'm really glad you came."

"I bet," I said with a sigh.

"Are you having a good time?"

I looked around the club. "I just don't think that this is really my type of place, Aimes. Why did you invite me?"

He took a long draw of his drink, the ice in his glass tinkling, and then licked his lips. "This is the kind of party we have every week. Sometimes twice. I thought you would have a good time."

"People are openly having s*x in the back rooms. You might be surprised to find out that I've never been to a place like this before."

A look of amusement crossed his face. "I thought you liked sex."

My face burned. I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me. "I do. I like reading about it in the privacy of my own bedroom. I don't even watch porn, never mind watch people have s*x right in front of me along with twenty others."

"You're not a prude, are you?" he asked, tilting his head.

I laughed. "Don't be annoying, Aimes. I'm afraid I'm severely underdressed, too. You could've given me a heads-up on the dress code."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to annoy you," he said with a chuckle. "And you look great."

"Really? I feel like I should have dressed up more," I said as I motioned to his apparel.

He was dressed in a blue button-down shirt and black form-fitting pants with a jacket to match. Like at the bookstore, he looked pretty incredible. Lickable, even.

"I think you look great," he said again warmly.

"Well, thank you."

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure."

"What would you like?"

"Surprise me."

"Careful what you wish for," he said with a devious smile that curled my toes. "Don't go anywhere."

He left me standing there and approached the bar where he started chatting up the couple who couldn't seem to stop necking.

I turned from them and surveyed the room. As I was scanning the crowd, my gaze landed on the group of mean girls on a set of black, curved sofas.

"Her name is Sloan..."

My mouth dropped open as a tall, blond, and clearly Photoshopped man approached me. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. Every single part of him was perfect.

His eyes were gray, his teeth were pearly white, and his jaw and cheekbones were sharp enough to cut my resolve to leave this s*x party by more than half. He was a walking stereotype, and he was talking to me.

He grinned as he stepped closer. "And she's an absolute bitch."