The Rockstar's bodyguard { A Bethanny Mcnarie novel }

Chapter 45: The after Party {Bethanny POV}

(((Warning: This chapter has sex. Sorry for the spoiler alert, but I always warn when it gets a little bit...mature. Feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable. I will try not to make it a smutty chapter, but I want to write it out just a bit. It's an important moment for Beth and Aaron, but I'll be discreet to avoid offending anyone or shredding their innocence. So here you go.

Also, this is two months after the last chapter. )))

                         "I can't believe you made me come here," I grumbled.

Tatiana, my friend from abnormal psychology, had dragged me to some frat party. Of course, my original plans to spend the night with my boyfriend had fallen through. We'd been together for two months now, but I still wasn't used to having a cop boyfriend. He always worked nights, and I always worked days. Half the time we ended up having breakfast together. And tonight was supposed to be different, special. For the first time in years, I was feeling something. I felt ready, hopeful, and eager. I didn't know how to tell Aaron that, but it didn't matter any way. He was working.

"You need to relax," Tatiana said. "We have finals next week, and you're ready. You've studied enough. It's Friday night."

"I don't like drinking, and I only like dancing with my boyfriend."

"Well, you have a duty tonight," Tatiana said. "I want to meet a boy."

"So I am your wing woman?"

"Hell yes," Tatiana said. "Although, you're a bit too hot to be a great wing woman."

"Thanks..." I sighed.

                            Tatiana didn't have a reason to be insecure though, she was gorgeous. She had long red hair and perfect lips, and her body was petite and perfect. Guys looked us up and down as we walked into the house. I smiled weakly, as if to saw check out how hot my friend is! Dance with her! We went inside and someone handed us drinks. Tatiana went to down the contents of the red solo cup before I grabbed it from her.

"What the hell, Mcnarie!"

"Don't even drink something someone else poured for you," I said. "Especially at a frat party. I mean, do you know how many girls get raped at these things?"

"God, this is like the time I wanted to go jogging in the woods and you brought up the likelihood of getting attacked by serial killers by jogging alone in the woods."

"It's a small percentage, but still a risk," I said. "I mean, not that many people get murdered in dark alleys. But we still avoid them, because it's happened before."

"Well, if I go and pour my own beer, can I drink?"

"Sure," I said.

"Thanks mom," she said, grinning. She scurried away and I just shook my head.

                         It didn't take long before two guys approached me, one of them smiling awkwardly. One was about five six, just an inch taller than Tatiana. He looked like he had walked off of a modeling campaign for Hollister, and I was sure Tatiana would adore him. His friend was about six inches taller, and ever more awkward. His disheveled hair and crooked glasses weren't off-putting, but only because he had a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

"Hey," the taller one said to me. "You alone tonight?"

"No," I said. "My friend Tatiana went to get a drink."