Wouldn't You Like to Know?

Fifteen

Fifteen

There were times where Penelope still felt like a seventeen-year-old girl. Her last years of high school had been particularly rough. First, because of her father stealing money, and then because of Eloise finding out about the Whistledown Blast account. Her senior year was also the same time Colin started acting, going on auditions, and met Marina.

She still remembered when he got his first movie with her. The two of them had gone out to a club to celebrate. Penelope wasn't really a clubbing kind of girl, but they were teenagers in New York and it was the practically a staple of their social life at the time. "I don't dance," she remembered telling him for the millionth time in the back of an Uber.

"Oh, come on, Pen! You're my oldest friend. I just got offered a part in a big, fucking movie. You've got to celebrate with me."

Penelope winced. "People are going to stare."

"Of course they're going to stare," he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making her blush, "we're hot."

She laughed nervously. What was it about Colin Bridgerton that made her feel so unraveled? He was handsome and had the kind of smile that made you want to smile too, and had perfect hair. If she had been smart, she would have hated him. But the Bridgerton's had that special shine of wealth and celebrity that made people want to be around them and want them to like them.

Penelope's family had money, but not Bridgerton money. That didn't even include Violet Bridgerton's YouTube empire. The homemaker had become the modern Martha Stewart that everyone wanted to know every detail about the lives of the eight siblings and always had.

Daphne dating a prince had only escalated things this past year, and now, Colin was going to be in the movies. He had the whole future for.

They got into the club without even waiting, and when they were inside, Benedict Bridgerton was waiting for them in the VIP area with Eloise. "There you two are!" Eloise said. "Honestly, what took you so long?"

"Colin insisted on getting food," said Penelope.

Colin grinned at his sister. "I can't very well consume alcohol on an empty stomach, can I?"

Penelope rolled her eyes. "You just like watching girls lick their fingers after they eat."

He smirked. "I'm a man with very particular tastes."

Benedict snorted. "Brother, you are hardly a man. Although, you are going to be a movie star from what I've heard. You got the part?"

Colin nodded. "I'll start filming this summer, but my agent says there's some promotional stuff that they want me to do."

"What, like fake dating your co-star?" Eloise joked.

Colin laughed. "Not a chance. I'm not that desperate for fame. I'm going to do this the honest way."

"Through nepotism and Mommy's fame?" his sister said.

Penelope laughed. "Come on. He has talent."

Eloise rolled her eyes. "You always say that about him, because he's your favorite Bridgerton. Even compared to me."

Benedict shot a look over his shoulder at Penelope. "Oh Pen, I'm hurt. I thought I was your favorite."

The redhead blushed, and Colin took her hand in his.

"Benedict, she likes me better. Always has, always will," he said, "come on Pen, let's go dance."

He dragged her out onto the floor and Penelope was aware of how short the dress she'd put on was. It kept riding up as she moved. They got to the center of the dance floor where a fast song was playing. Colin came up behind her and placed his hands on either side of her hips. "I don't know what I'm doing!" she shouted over the music.

Colin laughed. "I do!" he shouted back.

He gripped her hips and moved her from side to side against him. Penelope found herself getting more into it, swaying along side of him. She felt something hard, pressing against her backside, and she realized that it was Colin's cock. Penelope kept on swaying, trying hard not to think about it. But then one of Colin's hands was on her left breast, and the other was inching its way up the skirt of her dress.

One finger went inside of her, stroking her, and Penelope found herself holding onto Colin around his neck as she was unable to focus. She was lost in the feeling of him touching her in the most intimate of places, something she had never expected to have Colin Bridgerton of all people, do.

Colin Bridgerton was finger fucking her in the middle of a night club, and his cock was hard against her ass. Colin Bridgerton was desperate for her. "Penelope," he murmured, his face close to her ear so she could hear him.

His fingers hit at exactly the right spot and he covered her mouth to keep anyone from hearing the little noises that she was making. When he pulled his hand out, he turned her around and looked at her, his gaze darkening.

Penelope's heart pounded against her chest.

"Come on," he said, "let's go."

They snuck out of the club, and neither one of them told Benedict or Eloise they had left.