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We've Been Expecting U!

Scarlett

"I'll give you two sometime alone." Tessa whispered into my ear. I was still a bit confused by the interaction we just had. She smiled sweetly before standing to her feet and exiting the VIP area.

I sat wondering had I read her vibe all wrong. Maybe I was simply overreacting. I didn't know her and we all had been drinking. Maybe she was just one of those people who naturally got a little touchy feely after a few drinks.

"I'm glad to run into you here." He said causing me to jump a bit. I had almost managed to forget he was seated next to me. He smiled down into my face and I wondered how and the hell I had managed to forget that. His hand hung around my shoulders. And I nearly imploded when I felt him slide his arm down my back and firmly grip the side of my waist with his hand.

I wasn't sure if it was the liquor or the months without sex that we're getting the best of me. It's like every little touch was setting my body a blaze. Maybe I hadn't realized how badly I needed to be touched. It had been so long.

"Are you okay?" His face read of concern. I let out a big breath after realizing only moments before that I had been holding it in. He laughed to himself partly covering his mouth with the back of his free hand. "Relax." He said repositioning my shoulders which had tensed around my neck. "It's okay." He said softly massaging my shoulders. The way his touch felt against my bare skin was hypnotic. He felt so good. I closed my eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the pleasurable feeling. "We didn't mean to scare you." He admitted causing my eyes to suddenly flutter open.

What did he mean 'we'? I started to replay the events I had brushed off as paranoia over again in my head. Maybe I wasn't tripping. Maybe they both had indeed been flirting with me.

"No need to be afraid. We won't hurt you. Well actually I can't speak for Tessa. But I won't ... unless you're into that sort of thing." He took his bottom lip into his mouth before winking. I smiled weakly. Not because I was turned off but the exact opposite. I was on fire and the longer I looked into his face the more tempted I became. I craved affection. And hadn't realized how far I was willing to go to get it until now.

"I like to get straight to the point." He said in a more serious tone. But how could he be serious. This had to be a serious joke. I darted my eyes around in search of hidden cameras. An Ashton Kutcher look a like. Anything that would make this scene playing out before me make actual factual sense. My brows furrowed upon noticing how no one seemed too concerned with what we had going on. Even Carmen's lips were still wrapped around Steven's oblivious to my silent cry for help from only a few feet away. She was supposed to be my bestfriend. She should be able to sense my anxiety. I thought we were more in tune.

He grabbed me by my chin forcefully redirecting my attention back to him. I gulped as our eyes reconnected. And the same feeling of lightheadedness I had encountered the first time our eyes met was back. His eyes were so dark and telling. They held so much passion and desire. All seemingly aimed at me. He leaned over into the side of my neck and softly sucked my earlobe into his warm wet mouth. While allowing his hand to slide down my face and onto my throat. The pressure of just part of his body weight pressed against me had my knees quivering. "I want ... We want you." He admitted placing a soft kiss on my neck. His hand went from resting on my neck to a firm grip. I moaned uncontrollably as he continued to place his thick lips against the flesh of my neck. The feeling of his nails digging further into my skin had my box thumping harder than an un-played game of Jumanji.

His hand dropped to my lap and I could feel him taking my hand into his. He took my index finger and placed it on the lock of my iPhone. He pulled away from me and a sudden weakness fell over me. I watched from the corner of my eyes as he quickly typed something into my phone before simply placing my phone back into my lap and rising to his feet. My eyes lingered on his frame as he fixed his clothing while talking to a few people near by. He slowly made his rounds as I stared at my phone as it sat untouched in my lap. The further away he got from me the stronger the need grew for me to pick up my phone. He reached the steps of the VIP. And I quickly grabbed my phone. My finger hovered over the lock for a moment. I felt his eyes on me. I refused to look up. I placed my finger on the lock. My heart began to race as the fingerprint was recognized.