Strung (Rock & Romance I.)

Chapter 10. - Reaction

            

"Another drink?" Jesse offered, as a waitress passed us by, wearing a top that could best be described as a string, rather than an actual shirt. I noted that Jesse's eyes followed her a little too long as she headed back to the bar to grab my third glass of champagne. "Are you a lightweight?"

I chuckled. "Doesn't matter now, does it? I'm already a few glasses in." And my head was already feeling fuzzy... But I didn't tell him that. Jesse, funny, kind Jesse, was still a rockstar, and probably used to drinking. And perhaps more...

He nodded. "Good point."

The waitress returned with our next round of drinks, and Jesse proceeded to ask me more about myself. The more I drank, the more willingly I shared with the embarrassing details about my life – like the fact that I have in fact painted most of the band naked, with the exception of Brian.

"Did you make my cock big? Because it is." He said seriously, but then we both erupted in a fit of laughter – me in giggles, and him just chuckling along with my snorts.

"You can't see it. I try to twist bodies in a way that it's covered. But your butt is exposed in one." And that sold for a lot on an online fan auction – I added in my head.

He wiggled his brows. "Did you look up pictures of my ass to help make it realistic."

I shook my head. "No, Brad Pitt from Troy is my inspiration for every naked man-ass I've ever painted or drew." Then, I slapped my hand over my mouth. "You're not supposed to know these things!"

Jesse laughed. "I think you're hilarious. And blinking substantially less now that I got you a bit tipsy." He threw his head back, and emptied the contents of his glass. "Are you ready to dance?"

I glanced at the couch area behind me, where Lukas LaBelle was sitting, with both arms on the back rest, and a horde of pretty women on each side of him. The girls varied from celebrities, to actresses, to even a famous dancer – and they all seemed to be vying for his attention.

I swallowed as our eyes met from across the terrace. I couldn't see the color from this far away in this lighting, but I imagined it to be a deeper shade of brown now – full of questions, assumptions and promises.

I tore my gaze away from him, just to catch Jesse smirking at me. "Don't worry. He'll come."

"How do you kno-" But he was already yanking me away from the railing. I only had enough time to set my glass down, so I could clutch onto him with both hands as he dragged me down the stairs. I was praying to whoever was listening that he would be strong enough to hold both of us up when my shoes would catch, and I would go tumbling down face first.

The bouncers at the bottom of the stairs stepped out of the way, and Jesse pulled us into the floor. We navigated between sweaty, grinding bodies, bumping into several people, until we got right in front of the DJ. Jesse raised his hand, and the man on the podium leaned over to give him a fist bump.

Tthis must've been the guy Jesse was supposed to see tonight.

The song changed from an upbeat dance number, to a naughty rap song about wanting to fuck. Jesse swirled me around so my back was to him. Both of his hands gripped my hips, and he started moving me to the music.

To his credit, as scandalous as the move probably looked from far away, he kept a respectable distance between our bodies. And by respectable, I meant that his manly parts did not press up against, and all over my ass. "Relax." He leaned closer, the music much louder here, he had to yell directly into my ear for me to hear. "Act like you're having fun, baby. This is a good song!"