What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,86
ear. “I'd rather be literally anywhere else.”
Valentine laughed, then swiped the zip lock bag from the table before standing up. She took him into the Club Room, into her safe space, and pulled him onto the dance floor with her. She knew he wasn't much of a dancer, but he did like watching her dance, so she started moving.
“We might not see either of them for the rest of the night. Is that okay?” she asked, turning around and pressing her back to him.
“It's fine. Preferable, honestly. I got a little nervous when he asked for such a random drug, we're lucky Del happens to keep ecstasy on hand,” Ari said. She reached behind her, coiling her arm around his neck while she rubbed her body against him.
“Del keeps everything on hand.”
“Ah. So you weren't nervous when he asked.”
She spun around to face him, moving her hips to the beat.
“No,” she replied. “And ecstasy isn't that random. You haven't tried it, have you?”
He shrugged.
“I was never much of a drug guy.”
“Now that's a shocker.”
He grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard and forcing her up against him.
“Have you tried it?”
“I have indeed,” Valentine breathed. “We turned the entire outfit – upstairs and down here – into a rave for a whole week.”
“Pity I missed that week.”
“If you want to try it, Ari, all you have to do is ask.”
He laughed outright, then squeezed her butt again.
“I don't ask for things, Valentine. I take them.”
She smirked up at him, hoping she was doing a going job of mirroring the look on his face. Then she opened the little baggy that was still in her hand, and she took out one of the pills. She pinched it between two fingers, showing it to him. Holding it out to him. He went to take it, but then she abruptly pulled it away. He glared while she placed it on her own tongue.
“Okay, so take it,” she offered, then she stuck her tongue out.
His mouth did a swan dive onto hers, their tongues frolicking together before he pulled the pill into his own mouth. He swallowed it quickly, then went back to kissing her. Back to trying to steal all of her oxygen.
The place was jumping and the bass was heavy and his hand was cupping her breast right there on the dance floor, and she didn't even care. She just ran her hands up and down his body, scratching and squeezing as she went.
He kissed over her chin and down her neck, bending her into a small dip as he nibbled at the hem of her neckline. She let her head drop back and she stared up at the flashing lights above them. Let her head roll to the side so she could look at the crowd.
Miyuki was pushing her way onto the dance floor. Evans was standing at the edge of the floor, his arms folded. But he wasn't watching her. He was staring at Valentine. And when he realized she was looking back at him, he smiled at her and raised his eyebrows.
“Don't fall for it,” Ari was suddenly whispering in her ear. She stared at Evans for a moment longer, then looked away.
“Fall for what?”
“That stare, those old tricks,” Ari murmured, turning them and leading them deeper into the dance crowd. “He's just a guy who wants something he can't have.”
“Who says he can't have it?”
“Me,” Ari growled, and she hissed as he raked his nails down her exposed back. God, she wished they were back at his place.
“Ah, but your two weeks are half over,” she reminded him. “I'm going to be having a lot of free time after you let me go.”
“Oh, Saint Valentine,” Ari chuckled in a dark voice, and his nails were once again at the top of her back. This time he was slow as he dragged them down, and she let her eyes flutter shut. “Haven't you realized it, yet?”
“What?” she whispered.
“I won't be letting you go for a very, very long time.”
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He couldn't take it.
He could not. take it.
They stumbled out of the club, pressed against each other, mouths attached, hands running over and under their clothing. He didn't care about the bouncer giving them a wolf a whistle, or that a line of twenty people were staring at them.
All he cared about, all his focus, his entire universe, was on the woman in front of him, and he couldn't bear to be apart from her for one second. He had to be pressed