I shake my head remembering that little fact and also that I may need to turn mine off so Monica and our parents don’t know quite how much time I’m spending with James once we go back to New York.

James: Get away from Mon.

Me: Are you insane? James, no. There could be anyone here that knows us. People from high school. Not just Monica.

James: I’m sorry where in my previous message did you see a question mark?

Me: This is a bad idea.

James: No shit, but I need you. I’m like a fucking addict and I’m starved for my next fix of you.

It feels like it’s gotten about ten degrees hotter just reading his words. I lean over to Monica. “Running to the bathroom.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“No, no I’m good. Stay with your friend. Want me to grab you another drink?”

“Please!” She points at her half drunk beer that I’m sure will be gone by the time I get back. I slide out of the booth and pull my short off-the-shoulder sweater dress down in case it had ridden up. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right ways, hitting me mid-thigh and exposing a sliver of skin before my knee high heeled boots. I curled my hair in tight curls but they had fallen being in this hot club and I’m sporting more wavy hair that looks like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.

I’m moving through the club slowly, not sure where James is but I’m sure I can feel his eyes on me. I pull out my phone to text him when I feel someone in my space. I look up half expecting to see him standing in front of me when it’s a guy I don’t recognize. The remixed sounds of Doja Cat are blaring through the speakers and I wish we were back in New York so I could grind my ass all over James’ dick but I smile realizing he’d probably make that fantasy happen just like all the others.

“Damn, Little C grew up.”

Chapter Ten

The voice of the guy I’ve run into breaks my thoughts and when I meet his piercing green gaze, I realize it’s one of James’ friends from high school. A lot of his and Monica’s friends called me Little C for “Little Calloway” which I used to love, but now it just serves as a reminder that I’m the annoying little sister. He’s wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black slacks that look custom made with how good it looks on him.

“Davis, right?” I cock my head to the side and he nods, revealing a dimple on both sides.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my God. How have you been?”