The Player's Daughter

Chapter 12

                “Hi, I’m Cammei,” I told the blonde-headed stranger in front of me. I saw his big, brown eyes twinkling with lust.

                “My name’s Jace,” The guy told me, brushing a tanned hand through his hair. I took notice to a small tattoo on his inner, left forearm.

                I allowed my legs to guide me to the front door of the house looming in front of us. Huge pines wrapping around the porch and lanterns strung from most of the branches. The crunching of gravel beside me let me know that Jace was trailing behind. The smell of desperation is overwhelming, I thought inside my head.

                “Cam, I’m going on around to the fire!” Amy shouted to me with a smirk, “have fun!” I didn’t have time to reply before she skipped along a brick path to the backyard.

                “So, Jace,” I laid my right hand on his shoulder, “would you like to dance?”

                He managed to nod quickly before I grabbed his hand and led him to the middle of the living room. All the furniture had been pushed back against the walls and a song with tons of bass was blaring through a set of speakers.

                I turned my body around and pushed myself against Jace’s body and guided his hands to my waist. I in turn wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly I swayed my hips to the beat and rolled my back against his firm abdomen. He finally got the hint and started dancing, too. I felt sweat already beading along my neck.

                Suddenly, a pair of soft lips swept across my neck. My breathing hitched as I quickly whirled around. “What the hell?” I growled at him.

                “D*mn,” Jace started, throwing his hands up, “I thought you were wanting to go somewhere with this.”

                For half a second my mind flashed back to Sam, how he kept his departure a secret. Then, I came back.

                “Yeah, I was hoping it was. You just shocked me,” I replied, delicately tracing a finger of his tattoo, which I now realized was a simple feather.

                His shaggy hair cascaded over his eyes as he bent down and whispered in my ear, “Then let’s drop the dancing and go somewhere a little more private.”

                I was almost tempted, “I’m not even drunk yet,” I told him, pointing towards the row of alcohol sitting on the kitchen bar.

                Jace’s eyes glanced over and he groaned. “Fine then, come take a few shots of vodka with me. That should loosen you up, babe,” I barely heard his voice say, I was too busy watching out of the nearest window where I had  perfect view of a couple in a heated make-out session. That couple was Amy and my brother.

                “I’ll be d*mned,” I trailed off.