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“So, secret time? Our little kiss today did things to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Like, I felt it in parts of my body I didn’t even know I had. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“I really thought that was it, that I was gonna fuck you right there on your bed today. You know it’s gonna happen, right?”
She exhaled. “I know.”
He leaned over, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, and placed a hand on her leg. “Come on, let’s just get it out of our systems tonight. He’s not here. What are you gonna do in that huge bed all by yourself? He doesn’t ever have to know it happened, Amara. It can be our little secret.” She felt his hand creeping up her thigh, a finger toying with the hem of her dress. “I’ll have you grippin’ those sheets harder than he does, I fuckin’ promise you that.”
“Ty, stop.” She pushed him away gently and stood up, though she was seriously considering his offer. Maybe if they just pulled the trigger, their feelings would fade and they could move forward as friends, or…something. “Come on, let’s go back inside. It’s too cold out here.”
As they walked back into the reception, she took off his jacket, handed it back to him, and he tossed it over his shoulder. “I gotta rock a piss. Get us more drinks.” He disappeared to the bathroom as Amara headed to the bar.
“One Jack and Coke, and a whiskey on the rocks, please,” she told the bartender, after waiting in line for a bit.
“Make that two whiskeys.”
Her eyes widened. She flipped around and found herself face to face with Ryan Baylor, looking sexy as ever in a tailored black suit with white pinstripes, a black tie, and a white dress shirt. ”Oh my…hi! How? What?”’ She threw her arms around him and kissed him. “Hi!”
“I wanted to surprise you. That’s why I didn’t text you at all today. Surprise!” He smiled at her. “I called Nick earlier to make sure it was cool if I crashed. Flight was delayed or I’d have been here sooner. So, you look like a goddess. Who’s the other drink for?”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Yo, some dude is launching' over that bath…” Tyler’s face sank as he returned to the bar, where Amara was now standing next to her boyfriend. “Where the fuck did this kid come from, eh?” He wrapped an arm around Ryan’s shoulder and gave him a quick, little-too-hard squeeze before grabbing his drink from Amara. She could tell he was pissed but trying to hide it.
“Thought I’d surprise my girlfriend and come home early. I paid for the room. It’d be a shame not to get any use out of it.” He winked at her, looked Tyler dead in the eyes, and took a sip of his drink. “Don’t you think?”
“Totally. I’ll, uh, see you guys in there.” He turned and walked away. Amara’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight, then landed back on Ryan, who was finishing his first whiskey and asking the bartender for another. He grabbed it and threw about half of it back, which Amara knew meant that he intended to get drunk. “Come on, I wanna dance with my girl for a bit,” he said, leading her back into the reception hall.
Shit.
The Ultimate Compromise (20)
“Yo: Rook’s toasted again,” Tyler pointed to where he was dancing completely alone on the floor to Madonna. He was a little better of a dancer than Tyler, but that wasn’t really saying much.
Amara had tapped out a while ago and joined Tyler at the table. Osi has since retired to their room with a girl he’d met up with on Tinder and had informed Tyler he’d text him when it was safe to come up.
“You’ve got room to talk. You can’t even open your eyes all the way,” Amara said, staring at him slumped over in his chair.
“I may have partaken in some herbal enhancements as well,” he said, waving his pen and sticking it back in his pocket.
“That explains it. You’re supposed to be quitting, remember?”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to right now,” he replied petulantly, sticking his tongue out at her and checking his phone again. “Guess I’m the designated homeless tonight.” He tossed it on the table and folded his arms.
“Nothing yet? I’m sure he’ll be done soon. He has to be. They’ve been up there for over an hour.”
“Osi isn’t a sprinter. That Russian motherfucker is a marathon runner. It could be another two hours. Kid fucks for days at a time.”
“Wow, who’d have thought? Good for him though!”
“Good for who?” Ryan yelled, grabbing her shoulders from behind and startling her. “Sorry, that was loud. Good for who?”
“Osi. He’s been up in their room for over an hour with some Tinder chick and he’s not responding to any of Ty’s messages.”
