Wilmer
She liked it when I watched her dance. It was a game we'd play sometimes when we went out; I would stand by the bar and watch from a distance as she danced with her friends and shot looks over at me. Eventually, I'd go over and ask her to dance, and we'd keep up the fantasy of a one-night-stand until we were underneath the sheets late in the night and she'd curl up against my side and whisper how much she loved me.
Tonight was no different, she swung her hips side to side to the beat of the club music and ran her hands up and down her body. I was practically in a trance, but every now and then we'd make eye contact and she'd break character with blushing red cheeks and a hidden grin. She would recover quickly though, biting her lip and turning around so she could concentrate.
"Man, that one in the middle can move." A guy with a bud light in his hand wearing boat shoes and khaki shorts leaned against the bar next to me. "Imagine taking that one home for the night?"
I smiled, but mostly to myself- thinking about how he didn't have a chance. "Yeah, she's gorgeous."
"I've been watching her across the bar all night, but I needed a better view of the ass on her." He shook his head and took a long swing of his beer. "So, dibs."
I nodded, deciding to play along with the game.
"Asher." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. "Think I should go up to her?"
"Wilmer." I smiled again at what I imagined would be the look on Demi's face. "Maybe."
"I bet she'd love what I've got." He chortled, the sweat beading on his forehead. "I could make her scream pretty good."
I fought off a grimace at his disrespectful tone. "Go with that as your first line."
"Easy bro." He caught my attitude and held up both hands. "What is she your sister or something?"
"Nope." I sipped my drink, not elaborating. Definitely not.
"I mean that body... talk about hourglass." He laughed loudly to himself. "Man this is why I'm not married. If girls who look like that exist in the world? Hell fucking no."
I shook my head, feeling both mine and Demi's wedding bands in my pocket, then took another long drink. "That's why you marry a girl like her."
I saw Demi glance over at us, then another playful smile flashed on her lips when she looked away.
"I think she's noticed me." Asher drawled, puffing out his chest with a cocky grin.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He hiked up his pants that were bound by a over-the-top gucci belt. "I got a nice place at home, chicks dig it. I bet she's the type who wants someone with money."
I almost laughed at how wrong he was. "Shoot your shot, brother."
"I think I will." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Good luck tonight, I can see if any of her friends will bite for you?"
"I'm good."
He shrugged, then strolled across the floor and caught her around the waist. I stayed relaxed, knowing full well she could handle herself. Demi turned when she felt hands, thinking it was me, then stopped when she saw the glorified frat boy. She glanced at me and I raised my eyebrow, smiling as I sipped my drink. I saw her mind working, then she smirked and began to dance again, letting him hold her hips. It surprised me, but then again she never failed to catch me off guard.
"You here all alone?"
I looked to my left and saw a blonde woman standing next to me, her cleavage on full display. She held two drinks in her hands and a blinding white smile on her lips.
