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When I got the call from Dylan, I almost sent Louis to do the job. Then he mentioned Melanie, and I found myself behind the wheel, driving to some Country club to waste my time on a girl. I wouldn't had to do this - to be so desperate - if she had picked up my calls or answered my texts. She didn't even try to reach out after the yacht party. So I had to do it myself.
It was worth it. Money was time, but when I saw her in her tiny tennis dress, I knew it was worth it. She looked like Daddy's Girl from every other movie with her high-knee socks and boobs peeking from the sides of the dress. She looked good in black. She looked good in everything. Just the way her socks squeezed her legs or her skirt rid up her thighs when she sat made me hope the hard-on wasn't evident. She was hotter than I remembered. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in a while or because my imagination could do so much to relieve me.
I looked around for cameras because hallways had, and I didn't want to be seen in evidence if things went south. Dylan got a phone call and left the room, leaving the armchair beside Melanie empty. I pulled my hood off when I was sure the room wasn't being watched and sat beside Melanie.
She wasn't looking at me. Instead, she leaned against the handrest with a manicured finger over her lower lip and watched everyone else. I had to get her attention. And if that was the game she wanted to play, I was in.
I tilted my head in her detention, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Missed me?" I teased, making her roll those pretty eyes.
"Not answering your calls isn't enough of an answer for you?" she bit back.
"Ouch," I dramatized, furrowing my brows. Then a smirk broke the fake expression on my face as I pulled the joint from behind my ear. "So you weren't just playing hard to get?" I asked her, placing the joint between my lips to light it.
As I sucked on the herb, I waited for a response. She didn't give me any. I remembered her more frisky, or maybe the drugs made her that way. Perhaps someone in the room held her back from jumping in my lap. Otherwise, we would've used the room like a bedroom the second I stepped in.
With a smirk on my lips, I looked up from the joint only to find five pairs of wide-open eyes looking at me as if I were drenched in blood.
"What?" I asked, a little too amused with their reaction.
A soft giggle reached me from my side. Then she put her hand over her mouth and leaned closer to me, basically whispering to the side of my face, "Lighting a joint surrounded by strict rich kids isn't your brightest idea."
She was having fun. I licked my lips, turning my head to the side. Melanie and I were inches away from each other, basically breathing the same air. The smile fell from her lips as her eyes widened innocently. I couldn't help the smirk dancing on my lips at the rhythm of her nervous breaths. Now we both were having fun.
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