Chasing Him - Kat T. Masen Page 0,11
tonight, okay?”
We continue to stare at one another until his fingers move toward my collarbone and lace the chain around my neck, tracing them down to where the cross sits inches away from the curves of my breasts. The tips of his fingers linger right in the middle, moving gently to pick up the pendant in his hands.
This is why you wear bras, stupid! Now the whole world will see you’re aroused.
In a nervous move, I unexpectedly wrap my arms around him, burying myself into his masculine scent which is driving me insane. I feel his breath linger on my ear, sensing his struggle to hold back his feelings.
“Adriana… you look stunning,” he whispers, resting his hands on my hips. “You need to let go of me, or else we won’t be able to leave this room.”
I can’t be sure if it’s the lack of a man’s touch, or his words, which cause my body to go into a meltdown, and I may have felt something against me, something extremely hard.
His dick, Adriana. Fucking admit he has a hard-on.
I reluctantly pull away.
He opens the door with the most delicious smile plastered on his face. “You’re going to kill me.”
“It’s nice to know I have that effect.” I wink back.
“If only you knew how much, Adriana… If only you knew.”
The sun has set, the night sky illuminated by the vast range of buildings clustered in the city.
I find myself drawn to the view of the bridge, the flickering lights creating a picturesque light show. I have to pinch myself. Never in a million years did I think I’d be fortunate enough to experience this dream.
But once upon a time, you and your husband dreamed this dream, and now you’re here with another man.
I beg the voices to stop.
Walking into the spacious open room takes my breath away. Scattered around are tall white tables with leather bar stools surrounding them. The flooring is lit up like a neon light show, unusual yet very modern. There are large bi-fold doors opening onto a balcony, allowing a soft sea breeze to fill the room.
The room is totally stunning as is everyone in it. People in their gorgeous dresses and suits fill the room, and all of them are here to celebrate the man of the evening. Julian.
Julian mentions something about his publicist and gracefully excuses himself, promising to meet me back at the bar. I watch him walk away and assume the blonde latching onto him is his publicist. Letting out an annoyed huff, I move toward the bar.
It’s time to get some alcohol into me, especially if I’m here to entertain myself, or so I thought until an eccentric-looking man stands beside me. Judging by his gray ponytail slicked back and his tan, making Mickey Rourke look like an albino, I’d say he’s in his late sixties.
“G’day, darling. Whatcha got there?” He motions at my drink.
“Uh, some fancy champagne,” I answer, lifting my glass.
“I can tell by your accent you ain’t a local. Don’t drink that stiff stuff. Bartender!” He whistles to the man. “Mate, give this girl a Tooheys dry.”
The bartender grabs a glass and holds it under the tap. I see the foam filling the glass to the brim. On closer inspection, it looks very similar to beer.
The music is louder than I expected, forcing me to lean over and raise my voice. “I’m not really a beer drinker—”
The man roars in laughter. “Darlin’, that’s what they all say.”
Four beers later, I’m as drunk as a skunk. The stuff tastes like shit, but Barry’s hilarity entertains me. He’s a storyteller, and something tells me that him wrestling with a crocodile is his biggest claim to fame.
“So which fella are you here with?” he asks.
“No fella, well, it’s kinda complicated.” I let out an unexpected burp, covering my mouth in shame.
“I got a nephew about your age, lives on a farm up north. I think you two would hit it off,” he slurs.
“Aww, thanks, Barry, but I’m hoping this new guy is it. I mean, it’s crazy complicated, you know? He dated… no sorry, was engaged to my best friend. My brother hates him to the core. It’s insane, right?” I let out a hiccup, oblivious to my incessant rambling. “So why can’t I stop wanting him? He is so delicious and smart. God, did I just say all that? What the crap is in this Tooheys?”
“Nothing that makes ya heart lie, young lady.” He laughs.
I take another drink of the beer,