Vibin' Out with (((O))) by FKJ
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I stood in front of my floor length mirror and ran my hand over my dress. I tilted my head to the side and ran my fingers through my hair, separating the curls slightly. I had found this gorgeous rose gold dress in some small boutique that had recently just opened in my home town. It's a silk A-line dress which has a plunging neckline and is a sleeveless halter neck – it's truly beautiful. Mum was almost in tears when I showed her it half an hour ago, telling me that I looked stunning and that if Ethan didn't appreciate the favour I was going for him today, he's an idiot.
Spraying myself with some perfume, I slipped my feet into some white heels and grabbed the white clutch from my side. Heading downstairs, I smiled to myself when I saw Ethan trying to fix his tie in the mirror in the hall. I heard him sigh when he couldn't get it right, so I slid in front of him and fixed it for him. He looked down and smiled, his blue eyes taking in my appearance.
"Well, would you look at that. You can look good from time to time."
I laughed, swatting his chest with the back of my hand. "Full of compliments, I see."
Ethan grinned. "For you? Always."
Mum walked into the hall with a smile. "Wow! You both look great!"
We thanked her, telling her that we needed to be on our way. Obviously, she wouldn't let us leave until she took a photo of the two of us. Ethan managed to get us out of the house after a few more photos, the two of us sat in his car. He had texted me earlier, telling me what this event was for. Ethan worked for a small publishing company and every year they have a Christmas party, that Ethan usually avoids attending. However, this year, one of the new members of staff asked him to be her date, but he told her that he already had one – this is where I come in. I'm here to be the mystery date that he brought to the party. I know that it's to get this other chick off his back, but he won't tell me that as he agreed I wasn't pretending to be his girlfriend and here I am, totally pretending to be his girlfriend.
When we got inside, he took my jacket it for me and handed it to the man that stood in the entrance of the cloakroom. "So, this girl you're avoiding? What does she look like?"
Ethan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. "Uh, blonde hair, brown eyes, skinny girl."
My eyes landed on the girl straight away – she was beautiful. Her platinum blonde hair was straightened and laid smoothly on her back. She wore this cobalt blue dress that was skin tight, but pooled at the knee.
"Oh Ethan, she's gorgeous." I said to him, tugging on his suit jacket.
He shrugged. "She's not really my cup of tea."
I looked up at him. "What is your type?"
Ethan flicked my nose, about to reply, but got cut off when his boss came over. She was a very friendly lady, congratulating Ethan on his recent promotion. He introduced me to her and she was very kind as she complimented my dress.
"You look stunning!" She said. "I'm Martha."
I smiled, shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
She looked over at Ethan and winked. "She's a keeper."
Before he could protest, she stalked over to another table, taking a seat and talking to them. Ethan led me over to an empty table, where the two of us sat down, our knees brushing as we watched everyone in the room. People were talking amongst themselves, drinking flutes of champagne. There was a bad up on the stage, that were playing jazz music and it was really relaxing.
Out of nowhere, the girl that Ethan was avoiding was stood in front of us. "Ethan!" She grinned, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "It's so good to see you!"
"I saw you two hours ago—"
"You're looking so handsome in this suit." She purred, running her hand up and down Ethan's muscular arm.
Placing a hand on my thigh, he gave me a smile before looking back up at the blonde. "Harriet, this is my date, Hazel."
If looks could kill I'd be six feet under right now. Harriet, smiled and shook my hand, her grip almost crushing my hand. "It's so good to finally meet Ethan's girlfriend."
I looked over at Ethan who was grinning sheepishly at me. I smiled, pulling my hand from her grasp. "Uh, yeah. It's good to meet you too."
Ethan stood up just as some slow song began to play. "If you'll excuse us."
He grabbed my hand and led me to the dancefloor. I looped my arms around his neck as his hands were on my waist. "I thought you said I wasn't going to have to be your fake girlfriend?"
The blue-eyed boy looked down at me and tilted his head to the side, a boyish grin on his lips. "I knew that if I asked, you'd say no." He explained.
I rolled my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling content when he ran his fingers over my bare back. "True."
***
As the night went on, the two of us ended up getting pretty wasted. After the Christmas party was over, the two of us decided to go and paint the town red. Seeing as the Christmas party was the next town over, Ethan had gotten a hotel room before he knew I would be joining him. Luckily, he told me in advanced, so I packed some clothes and essentials in a bag that had been taken up to the hotel room before we headed to the Christmas Party.
The two of us walked hand in hand back to the hotel, which wasn't too far from the nightclub we went too. When we got into the hotel room, I looked over at Ethan who looked like he was struggling to stand up straight. I walked over and placed my hands on his waist, giggling a little when he fell forward, almost knocking me over. He looked down at me with drunken eyes, brushing the hair out of my face.
There was something undeniably sexy about Ethan. Maybe it was his confidence and his easy-going charm. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek in his hand, smiling to myself when he ran his fingers over my cheekbone. I could feel his breath fanning on my face, so I knew that he was close, but not close enough.
Opening my eyes, I noticed how close we were, the two of us just staring at one another – waiting for the other to make the move. Growing some balls, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as I leaned up and gingerly pressed my lips against his.
