taste | e.d

five

It gets dirty. Again.

There's also violence so if y'all don't like that then....

You're screwed.

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"Ethan," I gasp.

"Kendall Rose," he says, slightly nodding his head, brows raised.

He's standing so close to me that I can smell his wonderful cologne. He looks good—in a navy blue T-shirt and a leather jacket that hugs his muscles. I don't want to look down at his pants. Then he'll just think I'm checking him out. But he, on the other hand, feels no shame in letting his eyes travel down my body.

"You definitely look different," he says.

"Yeah, well...." My voice trails off. He's staring at me so intensely that he almost seems angry. "Is something bothering you?"

"Come here," he says. He turns and heads over to the VIP area of the club. The security guard lets us through without a question.

There are curtains splitting the space off into sections. He leads me to one of those sections and pulls the curtain shut. There is a velvet couch and a lava lamp on a nightstand, but that is it. Ethan sits on the couch and stares at me for a good fifteen seconds before saying, "Why are you here?"

"What do you mean? I'm here for the same reason as everyone else. To have fun," I say.

"Who did you come with?" he asks.

"My best friend."

His eyes narrow. "Shannon. Am I right?" I nod. He shakes his head. "You shouldn't be here."

"What? Why?"

"She isn't going to like you being with me right now."

"Why?" I echo.

"Kendall Rose, you really don't know who I am, do you?"

"No. I had never heard of you before today."

He runs a hand through his hair. "I really messed up by saving you."

I stand in front of him, frozen, shocked.

"By saving you, I just put your life in more danger," he says. "I don't understand why you came strolling in here the one day I'm here too. I shouldn't have even walked up to you."

I'm not sure what he means by putting my life in more danger, but I'm not willing to find out. Ethan groans and rubs the back of his neck. "I swear I'm so fuçking stupid. Why did I–"

I shut him up by taking two strides toward him and pressing my lips to his.

He hesitates, dumbfounded at first, but then he forcefully takes hold of my waist and tugs down so I straddle his lap.

Ethan buries his fingers in my hair, and his free hand rests on my ass, fondling me. I push him so his back is against the back of the couch, and I kiss him roughly.

"Damn it, Kenna," he says against my lips.

Kenna. No one has ever called me that before.

His hands inch up my thighs, under my skirt, so he can feel my bare skin. His touch is warm and rough.

"Get up, Kendall Rose," he demands. I stand and kick off my heels. He eyes me meticulously, like a snake. "You're actually fuçking sexy, did you know that?"