Body of Trust - Jeannine Colette Page 0,27
his erection presses into my belly as a moan drifts from deep inside my soul. Teeth, tongue, hands, lips, we devour each other on the dance floor. I push my body against his, feeling the hard ridges, and melting into them.
I lose myself in his embrace until he breaks away. His gaze is stormy, filled with guilt and lust, then suddenly break away.
His eyes do a quick surveillance of the room. The fog has lowered, and the dance floor is still packed with people lost in their own dances. Sienna is to the side now. She doesn’t seem to have noticed our moment.
“I have to get you out of here,” he says, and I move my hand to my lips, confused. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
His hand slides against mine as he lightly pulls me toward Sienna and taps her on the shoulder. He speaks into her ear, and her face twists in concern.
Sienna steps away from her dance partner and turns to me. Her hands are on my shoulders as she moves me toward the back of the club.
“Where are you going?” Jesse asks.
She turns back to him like he’s crazy. “To the restroom. Where else?”
Sienna pulls me by the arm, and Jesse follows.
“You can go at home!” he shouts.
“Jeez. That’s, like, a thirty-minute drive. What’s with you?” she asks, annoyed. “Give us five, and then we’re out of here.”
He curses to himself as he puts his hands on his hips, looking like he’s keeping himself from punching the wall. “Two,” he warns.
She sticks her tongue out at him and pulls me to the back of the restroom line. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Jesse said you’re sick and you need to go home. That’s why I rushed you to the restroom.”
I look out the door to see Jesse is leaning against the wall about ten feet away, like he’s guarding the entrance.
If he told Sienna I’m sick, it must have been for a good reason. At least, I hope it was.
“Yeah. I’m feeling queasy, so if it’s okay, can we just get out of here?”
“Yeah. It’s cool,” she says. “I have to pee like a racehorse. We’ll use the ladies’ room and then bounce. My dance partner was totally a meh kisser,” she says as we move up in the short line.
It’s a coed restroom, so there are men and women around us.
Sienna nudges me in the side. “I see you and Jesse decided to break the no-fraternization rule,” she sings.
“We were just dancing. It wasn’t anything.”
“Don’t skip out on a chance to have some fun with him on my account. I might think he’s cute, but I give you full permission to have a go at him. You need to do you.”
I give her a half-smile. “Thanks?”
She bounces as we move up again. “I know; I’m the best.”
There’s something in the air that is making me nervous. It could be Jesse’s abrupt need to leave. Then again, it could have been an excuse to get out of our kiss on the dance floor. I’m sure he’s regretting it. Our lives are too complicated right now.
Still, there was an urgency in his voice. Even now, the concerned gleam in his eye put me on alert.
A stall opens, and Sienna tells me to go first. I lock myself inside and use it. It’s a nice restroom. Being a coed room, the stall has a floor-to-ceiling door, so there’s no peering at the shoes of the person next to you or awkwardly peeping through the slits in the wall to the people washing their hands. In fact, I can’t even hear the idle chitchat of women fixing their makeup or checking their hair by the sink. The added privacy, combined with the music, makes me feel like I’m in a little bubble.
The ground beneath my feet is bouncing with the fast-paced beat of the next song. There are trumpets and what sounds like a synthesized horn pulsating over and over. I imagine the people on the dance floor are jumping more than dancing.
I exit the stall and wash my hands. Sienna isn’t out here. She’s probably in another stall. I poke my head out of the restroom to see if Jesse is still waiting outside. He’s still here but moved a few feet to the side. His body is turned away from me, and I can now see it’s because one of Sienna’s bodyguards has moved nearby and he doesn’t want to be seen. The bodyguard has his back to the