Diamonds and Why Men Buy Them [Mike Fuentes]

26. Mikes POV

Tell her. Tell her how sexy she looks right now. I think to myself as I watch her dance. The way she's moving her hips and running her fingers through her hair is to die for. She looks over at me and giggles, motioning for me to come out with her. I walk the few feet over to her. "What do you want?" I smirk.

Mick grabs my hands and puts them on her waist. I can feel myself tense up. "Dance with me!" She exclaims happily as she continues to move her hips in that delicious way.

I pull my hand away from her grasp. "I don't really dance much. I mostly come for the view" I chuckle.

She frowns. "Come on, you were full of so much energy at our place. Do you think I usually dance like this, dress like this? No! I'm doing it because it's fun and I'm with my friends. It would be even more fun if my friend actually danced with me."

I take this opportune moment to roll my eyes at her and she smacks me. "Guilt tripping me into dancing with you is not fair, but it worked." I sigh.

She grins and places my hands back on her hips as she pulls herself closer to me. She starts moving her body against mine to the music. It takes everything in me not to grab a fistful of hair and kiss her with great force, but I refrain and just enjoy this beautiful girl grinding against my body. After a few minutes, I start to feel myself get a little too excited and I back away. Instead of leaving her, I grab her hand and take her to the bar with me.

She smiles. "See, wasn't that fun?" She takes a shot of her drink of choice, vodka.

I grab a beer and take a large swig as i force a smile. "Yeah, it was."

Vic sits down next to me with a shit-eating grin. "Well that was fun. I love dance clubs."

I smirk. "Did you score?"

He shakes his head. "No, but I did get into the panties of a very attractive women for a little bit, until she left. It's nice because you don't even have to leave the dance floor. Thank god for close quarters and short skirts."

Mickey makes a disgusted face and playfully smacks Vic on the shoulder. "You disgust me."

He scoffs. "You're telling me that you've never been finger banged in a dance club before?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling you."

"Well would you like me to demonstrate how it works, sweetie?" He winks.

I shoot him a dangerous glare, and he just winks and smirks at me.

I quickly look back at Mickey, desperate to hear a response. "Ew, your fingers are probably diseased now, Fuentes."

I almost sigh in relief at her answer, but I let out a scoff instead.

Vic pats me on the shoulder and whispers in my ear. "That was a test, and she passed."