Rock my world - By Cindi Myers Page 0,41
all kinds of things. Just being with him felt so…so intimate. I’ve never experienced anything like that.” In a way, it was scary, but people should confront their fears, right?
Tanisha frowned. “So you’re saying the only time the man can open up is when he’s having sex.”
Erica straightened and reached for her drink. “I guess that’s it.”
“Then he has problems maybe you can’t solve.”
“Maybe he has problems he needs me to solve.”
Tanisha rolled her eyes. “I never pegged you as one of those women.”
“What do you mean?”
“Women who are attracted to men who need them.”
“I’m not attracted to Adam because he needs me.” Erica trailed her thumb around the rim of her glass. “Well, not much. I’m attracted to him because he’s…he’s Adam.” Sweet, sexy, strong in a way she couldn’t describe. She’d glimpsed a side of him most people didn’t see.
“It’s okay.” Tanisha patted her hand. “Nobody ever said these things made sense.”
Erica drained the last of her drink. “This is too depressing. Let’s not talk about it anymore. What about you? How’s it going with that guy in your building?”
“I saw him in the laundry room last week.”
“And? Were you wearing the harem girl outfit?”
“Nah. I didn’t have the guts to do that. But we talked for a while. Flirted some. I think there’s a chance he’ll ask me out soon.”
“Why wait for him? You should ask him out.”
“Maybe. I’m not sure I have the guts you do. I sure as hell couldn’t seduce a man I hardly knew just because he turned me on.”
“Why not? Especially if you were spending the weekend in bed with him anyway.”
Tanisha laughed. “There is that.” She picked up her drink, but froze with her glass halfway to her lips, her eyes widening. “Get a load of the couple that just walked in.”
Erica looked over her shoulder. “Who?”
Tanisha swatted her hand. “I told you not to look. It’s that redhead and her boy toy, in the S & M getup.”
Erica ducked her head and pretended to dig through her purse. Out of the corner of her eye she watched a tall woman with flame-colored hair saunter across the room. As far as she could tell, everyone in the place was watching her. Judging by her outfit, that was exactly what Red had in mind. The black vinyl bustier and micromini hugged every curve, leaving little to the imagination. She wore stiletto thigh-high boots and her hair was drawn back in a severe ponytail. A muscular man with a shaved head trailed behind her, dressed in black leather pants and vest, a studded dog collar around his throat.
“What are they supposed to be, some kind of circus act?” Tanisha whispered.
From their table, the two friends had a good view of the dance floor and the bar. Usher began to play and the redhead led her escort onto the dance floor. Despite the other dancers crowding around them, the couple was easy to spot. The man was several inches taller than most of the men, and the woman’s bright hair glowed like a candle flame even in the muted lighting of the dance floor.
“He’s not much of a dancer, is he?” Tanisha said.
“I don’t think she minds.” The man stood in the middle of the dance floor, shuffling his feet slightly while the woman moved around him like a pole dancer. She shimmied and slid up and down him, her hands flat against his chest or clutching his shoulders. At one point she straddled his thigh and blatantly rubbed against him, their eyes locked.
Tanisha fished the olive from her martini and popped it into her mouth. “The woman is sick.”
“She’s an exhibitionist,” Erica said. “She likes to be the center of attention.”
The song ended and the pair moved off the dance floor to the bar. The woman spoke to the bartender and in a moment he brought two shot glasses.
Her partner picked up one of the shot glasses. Red left the second glass untouched, and leaned back against the bar. But instead of drinking the shot, the man held it over her, tipping the glass until a thin stream of liquor dripped onto her throat, and ran down to the valley between her breasts.
“Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?” Tanisha asked.
“He’s doing it.” Erica held her breath as the man bent and ran his tongue down Red’s chest, licking up the shot. Her heart pounded as she saw, not this stranger, but Adam. And she was the one