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I pull my hand from his and grasp the
fabric above my boobs and pull the top up a little so that it feels better in
place.
“I
love you in that,” he says, “but you have to admit, it’s a distraction for
douchebags.”
“Well, I don’t want to walk all the way
back to the hotel just to change my top.”
“No,
you don’t have to do that,” he says, reaching for my hand again. “But if you
want to go to another club, you’re gonna have to do something for me, alright?”
“What?”
“Just
pretend you’re my girlfriend,” he
says and a little smile spreads across my lips. “At least that way no one will
fuck with you, or they’re less likely to try, anyway.”
He pauses and looks at me and says,
“Unless you want guys to hit on you?”
It
takes no time at all for my head to start shaking. “No. I do not want any guys to hit on me. Innocent
flirting, fine—it does wonders for my confidence—but not douchebags.”
“Good, then it’s settled. You’re my
sexy girlfriend for the night, which means I get to take you back to the room
later and make you squeal a little.” There’s that boyish grin of his again that
I love so much.
I’m
tingling between the legs now. I swallow hard and play it off by playfully
narrowing my eyes at him.
I’m just glad to see his dimples again,
as opposed to that wrathful—although incredibly sexy, still—expression that
consumed his features moments ago.
“As
much as I like it—well, ‘like’ is really putting it lightly—I’m not going to
let you do that anymore.”
He looks hurt and a little shocked. “Why
not?”
“Because,
Andrew, I…well, I just won’t let you—now come here.” I cup my hands around the
sides of his neck and pull him toward me.
And then I kiss him softly, letting my
lips linger on his afterwards.
“What
are you doing?” he says, staring down into my eyes.
I smile sweetly up at him. “I’m getting
into character.”
A
grin tugs the corners of his lips. He turns me around and locks his arm around
my waist as we head toward Bourbon Street.
