Chasing Red

Original Edition: red

Please note that this is the first draft of my story. It has not been professionally edted, editeed, edated, edited or profreed, prufred, proofread, pureed.

Chasing Red (Red series). Copyright © June 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Caleb

The whole dance floor glowed with red and green laser beams shooting out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was Friday night and the club was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ's throbbing music. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold, only they were on crack.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Cameron yelled in my ear, giving me a friendly punch to the arm. "That was the fourth chick you turned down tonight and we just got here."

I shrugged. Saying that I was bored with the meaningless sex and monotonous flirting seemed pretty pathetic. Alright, the sex I didn't mind, but I was looking for something else lately. A challenge, maybe. A thrill of the chase.

I chugged my beer. "If you eat the same shit every time you'd get bored of it too," I replied.

Justin barked out a laugh, motioning with his beer to the dance floor. "Check that out, man. Holy shit!" he exclaimed, letting out a high-pitched whistle.

In the middle of the dance floor was a girl who was dancing —no, scratch that—

gyrating

so sensuously that I couldn't help but stare. She moved like... sex comes to mind, seducing a number of eyes on her. A short and tight dress covered her hourglass body like second skin.

And it was in make-me-sin red. Damn.

I might have drooled a little as she bent over then did something dreamy with her hips so that her long ebony hair was now swaying down her tiny waist. Her legs looked a mile long in those spiky heels.

"Shit. I'm going to take this girl home with me," Justin yelled excitedly.

That was low and annoying enough to distract me. I hated cheating, and Justin had a girlfriend.

Cameron shook his head at him. He looked up when a redhead asked him to dance. He laughed, shook his head and whispered something in her ear. The redhead giggled. He nodded to me and they left.

"Hello, team captain."

A soft body sidled up to me, reeking of heavy floral perfume. I looked down on the heavily made-up eyes of Claire Bentley. I appreciated the magic make-up does to a girl's face, but not when she looked like she was punched and was now sporting two black Raccoon eyes.

"Claire. How's it going?" I gave her a small smile, but it only encouraged her to grab onto my arm.

Ugh, no. Why did I sleep with her again?

"Oh, you know, nothing much." She batted her eyelashes, pushing her breasts to my side. I couldn't help but glance quickly at her cleavage. Her breasts were staring at me. Ah, one drunken night and those lovely things must have been enough reason for me at the time.

The strap of her dress slid down her shoulder. She looked up at me from beneath her lashes, and I wondered if that was a practiced move. Nonetheless, I thought it was kind of sexy. If only it was a different face then I'd have probably been interested. Maybe.

"You owe me a drink, Caleb. I dropped mine when you walked by." Her tongue snaked out to touch the top of her lip.

I hid my wince. She was trying too hard and I did not want to be trapped in her claws all night. Wracking my brain on how to shut her down without offending her, I desperately looked around for Cameron or Justin, but not one of them was in sight. Assholes.