“Bottle service is something you should push when the club opens.” Nikki said reminding me that the whole point of this night was to get a taste of what I was going to be dealing with at Temptations.
“Why is that?” I said, pushing some bills onto the bar and handing Nikki her drink.
“You charge triple the price for a bottle of liquor and they get a server for the night. The club makes a nice profit and the customer is happy because they avoided all this.” She said motioning to the crowded bar.
She raised her glass to mine. “Welcome home Mikey.” She said sweetly clinking her glass against mine before she took a sip. I already felt drunk by just looking into her eyes.
“You’re something else.” I said with a slight shake of my head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I took a hefty gulp of my drink before settling the glass on top of the bar. I placed one hand on the back of her stool and the other on the bar caging her with my body. I leaned close trying to find my words, but they failed me as I watched her nervously chew on her lip again. I give her credit though she didn’t back away. Sure, she had to have seen the animalistic hunger in my eyes as I stared at her. That was probably why she squirmed in her seat. Yet still she held my gaze.
“Mikey.” She said in an exasperated whisper. I lifted my finger to her lips, silencing her. In that single moment, listening to her whisper my name sounding almost breathless I wanted more than my next breath to have her underneath me naked or hell on top of me I bet she’d be something on top. I needed to hear her say my name because I was doing things to her with my hands and my tongue not just my eyes. I’d even let her call me Mikey coming out of her sweet mouth there was nothing childish about her nickname for me.
“Rico’s a lucky son of a bitch.” I said regretfully cocking my head to the side I dropped my fingers from her lips. “Does he know how lucky he is?”
She swallowed. Instead of answering my question, she countered it with one of her own. “Why is he lucky?”
“Because he has all of you.” I said with conviction. For some reason unknown to me, I felt it was important for me to get what I was about to say out and say it right. I was probably about to make her uncomfortable, but I desperately needed to say what was on my mind. I wanted her to know that what I was about to tell her I believed to be true too. I held her weary eyes with my own as I lifted my hand to touch the side of her head. “He has your mind…” My hand glided from her hair down the side of her face passing down her shoulder my fingertips grazing her arm. There were the goosebumps I was hoping to feel. “…body and soul.” I sighed, shaking my head. I dropped my hand abruptly and reached for my drink again throwing it back, I welcomed the harsh burn sliding down my throat before slamming the glass down on the bar. “Lucky son of a bitch.” I repeated.
I watched her reach for her drink out of the corner of my eye guzzling it down as if she were stranded on the Sahara desert.
Good to know that I wasn’t the only one affected by my words.
I had excused myself after I finished my drink making a beeline to the ladies room after Mikey’s little declaration of why in fact Rico was a lucky bastard. I don’t know what it is about him, but Mikey made me feel things I had never felt before. I can’t say that he brought out confidence in me because I always prided myself on being a confident person never relying on the words of others to boost my ego. However, something about Mikey’s words made me feel sexy and maybe even wanted.
I should’ve stayed home tonight. I knew there was nothing wrong with me going out with an old friend, especially since the reason we were here tonight was to educate him on the nightlife that was about to play front and center in his own life. However, there was a big problem with the way being with Mikey made me feel and think. I wanted him way more than I should considering I had a boyfriend and Mikey was my friend. I think the fact that my relationship with Rico was on shaky ground didn’t help matters much either. Still, I needed to get a grip on the way my body reacted to Mikey, that’s why I was standing in the ladies room applying a third coat of lip gloss to my already sticky lips stalling from going back into the inferno that Mikey and I created whenever we were in one another’s company.
I gave myself one final glance in the mirror before I found the courage to stop hiding in the bathroom. I turned around about to leave when one of the stalls opened in front of me and out stumbled a girl. She nearly knocked me over as she tried to walk in her six inch heels. I was sure I rolled my eyes at the hot mess.
“Excuse you.” I said disgustedly.
“I know you.” She slurred brushing her bleach blonde hair out of her eyes.