Bechloe - Like A Record, Baby

Chapter VIII

Aubrey's POV

I pretty much make a run for it as soon as I leave Chloe and Beca, who by the way was giving me a cocky smirk, which I just want to slap right off her face. I seriously don't know what Chloe sees in her. No, I haven't known Beca long but I know her type - the alt-type - and they're nothing but trouble.

Once I'm out of sight from Chloe and Beca, I answer my phone.

"Hello?" I try not to sound too nervous.

"Hey, sexy lady," Stacie purrs and I get chills down my spine and I'm not sure why.

"Hi, listen, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to give you my number. Why don't we just forget about it?"

"That's not the impression I got last night, especially when you typed your number into my phone and pretty much ordered me to call you."

"I know and I'm sorry. I was coming off my performance high and I was having a good time. I wasn't completely in control of myself last night."

"No, you were not," she laughs. "In fact, you begged me to take control, which I did expertly."

Oh, God... I flush and look around to make sure that no one's watching.

"Listen, you don't have to apologise. I enjoyed last night and I want to do it again. Be at my place tonight at nine sharp."

Excitement floods my body and I have no idea where it came from.

"I, I don't think-"

"You may want to have a rather large dinner beforehand though. I'll make sure I've got food for after. I remembered how hungry you were last night when we were done."

I can feel my knees shake at the offer. Oh my God... What is happening to me?

No, Aubrey. You can't let her win so easily. You need to take back control. You're in charge here!

"Stacie," I say, rather sternly. "I have plans tonight so I can't come around to your place."

"I beg to differ. Where are you at the moment?"

"Out shopping."

"Do I have to come and find you to change your mind? I'm out and about, too."

"H, here?"

Stop stuttering! You're losing here!

"That depends. Where's "here"?'"

"Just the mall."

"The mall, huh?"

"Yeah,"

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm not telling you!" I scoff.

"You don't have to. I know that you look sexy already."

Argh! Why am I flushing again?

"So. Damn... Sexy!" The last word is heard from behind me.

I jump when my ass gets pinched and when I turn around, I see Stacie in jeans and a low cut top, which shows off her cleavage. My God... Her boobs...

"Stacie!" I swat her arm, hanging up our call and slipping my phone into my pocket.

"What? You weren't complaining last night..." She hums, taking a step towards me but I step back.

"Last night was just a one-time thing."

"Oh, come on, baby, don't be like that." Stacie steps towards me again, this time slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me to her.