MELANIE
Emily's jaw dropped as I stepped out of the closet. "Oh my goodness. Marry me, babe," She grimaced, walking around me in a circle as she eyed the tiny black dress I was putting on.
I snickered. "I would, but unfortunately you're not my type."
I dodged in time to avoid the purse she flung my way. "Asshole."
I giggled, staring at my reflection once more. And I must admit, I did look hot. After we had spent the past four hours talking about everything and anything, she had insisted that we go out to celebrate. We hadn't kept to our appointment that we were going to celebrate my new job because she had gone on the work trip. Since it was Friday and I had the weekend all to myself I gave in to her suggestion. After all, it had been a while since I was wasted. I needed to dance, party, let loose. If anything, I deserved that. My job was literally slavery now thanks to Christopher fucking Smith.
"You like?" I asked Em, twirling for her to get a good view. "My boobs look pretty good don't they?"
She laughed, throwing on a black crop top and a pair of wide-legged jeans which did wonders for her butt. She had tied her curly hair into a top knot today, letting a few tendrils drop free. Gorgeous beast. "Okay we're getting married," I sighed. "How is it fair that your butt looks THAT good."
She winked at me. "Mm hmm, gotta keep it healthy, you know."
I shook my head. "You're supposed to say thank you, you idiot." Before long, we were in an Uber deciding where we were going to go.
"There's this really nice club around. I've been there once with a colleague of mine. But unfortunately it's VIPs only," Emily announced, sighing.
I tilted my head to the side thinking it through. "Let's go. We'll get in somehow."
Em looked like she thought it was a idea but she didn't argue.
It turns out a pretty face and a tiny dress could do you favors after all. Emily couldn't believe it when the giant bouncer let us through, smiling at us and winking.
"What the hell did you do?" She asked gaping at me.
"People skills, Em. People skills."
She rolled her eyes. "Anyways we're here. Let's party!" She whooped, dragging me to the bar. I couldn't help but laugh, her laughter was contagious.
"What can I offer the two beautiful ladies," The bartender grinned as we settled down into the chairs.
"A tall glass of you," Emily purred, winking and roving her eyes appreciatively on his tall form.
I nearly choked on my own saliva. "Legendary!" I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Tequila shots," I said to the bartender, waving towards Em to let him know she was only joking. But he didn't seem to mind. He winked at Emily as he poured out the drinks.
"You ladies looking to have a lot of fun tonight?" He asked as he slid the glasses to us. I gulped two down with no time to waste. I was going to enjoy tonight.
"Yeah!" Em yelled over the music.
"Well, there are a lot of rich folks here tonight. If you try you might get lucky and land yourself a politician."
"I already said I want you," Emily winked.
The bartender who had introduced himself as Dean whipped his hair backwards out of his eyes and gave Emily the sexiest gaze I had ever seen. I could literally feel the heat radiating from them both.
It's about to go down.
Smiling evilly, I began to gulp down shots until I felt myself loosen up. Finally, I was floating. I needed to get on the dance floor. My body was itching to flow to the music.
Giving Em a discreet wink, I said goodbye to Dean and got began to dance my way onto the floor. Because this was an exclusive club, the dance floor wasn't as packed as it would be in a regular club. So I could move my arms more freely.
I let my body flow to the music. I couldn't remember the last time I had let myself have much fun. I felt good, sexy, like a lioness. I moved my hips seductively to the music, not minding when the dress rode up even higher.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms grab my waist gently, flowing to the music. Usually, I would not let anyone touch me like that. But it was a club and I was having fun, so fuck it. I threw my head back against his chest, sighing when the scent of his cologne hit my nose. Recognizing it as Musk, I pushed back harder against him, grinding on the fly of his pants.
I knew I was doing the right thing when I felt his arousal poke my butt. I rolled my hips against him seductively, letting out a moan when he pulled me tighter to him, reaching up to touch my boobs.
I felt heat all the way from my fingertips to the center of my dripping core. I longed for those strong arms to lay me out and do things to me. As he teased my nipples which had already hardened underneath my dress, I moaned again, raising my hands to fondle his neck and dig my fingers through his soft hair.
He rubbed me up against him, the feeling of his hardness making me want to pull my dress up and take me right here. I tightened my legs together as a shiver ran up my spine. The feel of his hands kneading my boobs made my legs shake and I twirled to face him. It was my turn to do things to him.
I let out a loud yelp in shock when I faced none other than Christopher fucking Smith, his wild, dark eyes trained on me. My eyes widened in horror.
What the hell was going on?