Not at First (except)

“Angel, I’m so happy that you are living in the house. I hope we will become the best of friends.” Aubrey yells across Zoe and Lola in order for me to hear her.
I give her a small smile and we all click our glasses together.
“I want to dance now,” Zoe says, dancing in her seat.
“You guys go ahead I want to enjoy more of my champagne.” I say.
“Are you sure?” Lola asks.
“Yes,” I nod
The girls leave with Lola glancing back at me once.
I slowly sip my drink and look out, at the crowd and I blink, and then I blink again. My eyes stay focused on a figure across the room.
Boy, does he look pissed.
I move my gaze away from him and pretend I didn’t see him. As if that will be enough to keep him away.
Shit, he’s making his way over to me. I set the glass down, make my way to the stairs, and out onto the dance floor in a panic. I feel my phone buzzing in my wristlet.
It’s him, don’t look, and just keep moving, I tell myself.
I find Lola and the girls dancing together. They have guys around them. Lola has her back to a guy, dancing her heart out, and she’s grinning.
She reaches her hands out to take mine and I start to move with her. She lets my hands go when she see that I am dancing.
A very good looking boy comes up to me and starts dancing. I hook an arm around his neck to bring him in closer. He presses his body into mine and sways his hips. I move with him.
“You’re so beautiful. Where have you been all my life?” He murmurs into my ear.
I giggle and move my back to him without breaking any body contact. He pulls me in close with his hand that is on my stomach.
As we continue to dance, my mind drifts away from him. Is he still coming after me? Is he watching me dance with this guy? I want him to see how much I am enjoying dancing with cutie boy here, I don’t know why. But I do.
I move my dance moves up a notch in the sexiness range by bending down and tapping the floor with one hand. I move back up slowly and grind my hips against my dance partner.
We dance just like this for a moment. I don’t understand what is happening when I feel his hands slide off of me. I am a little irritated that he doesn’t even have the courtesy to tell me he’s leaving.
My irritation is cut short when a big strong arm circles around to the front of my body and crushes me to him. The familiar scent of sweet, earthy manliness invades my senses and I fight to get his tattoo covered arms off of me. His arm comes back and he presses his hand on one of my boobs. He chuckles into my hair.
Yanking his arm away from me, I turn around, and slap him.
“You really need to know your boundaries, Kevin,” I yell at him and stomp away.
He follows right behind me.


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