He laughs along with me, shaking his head in obvious disbelief. “Don’t you even want a drink first?”
I lean into him. “Nah. My friend has already fucked off with a guy and ditched me. Can’t be assed with another cocktail. They cost a bloody fortune.”
He looks flustered, like a duck out of water, and one of his friends raises an eyebrow, obviously wondering what the fuck is happening. The thumping bass is a blessing. It drowns out our conversation.
“You really want to leave? Now? For sex?”
“Sure do.” I run my hand down his posh shirted chest, and it feels weird knowing my boyfriend is watching from up above. “There is, um, one condition though.” I side eye the friend of his who raised an eyebrow. He’s hot. Tanned and dark haired. Confident. He reeks of swagger.
They’ll be a good pair. A goodenoughpair. “I want two at once.” I bite on my lip as I lean into my conquest. “Seriously, I’m such a horny bitch. I can’t get enough.” I put my hand to my mouth as though I’ve revealed the secret of a lifetime. “Sorry. Cocktails talking. Cocktails and the truth.”
Buff blond raises his eyebrows, and I worry I’ve pushed it too far.
“You want to fuck meandMarcus? Now?”
All or nothing…
“Shit,” I hold up my hands. “That sounds bad, doesn’t it? Sorry, I’m just a dirty bitch. Ignore me, I’ll move on.”
I make to step away, but he grabs me by the arm. Tightly.
Yes. I’ve got him.
“Hang on there. What’s your name?”
I almost sayHolly. But no, that doesn’t feel right. “Lucy.”
“Lucy?”
“Yep. And I’m out to be aluckyLucy tonight.”
“I, um…” Poor buff blond stutters as he tries to weigh up the situation. “Ok, I’ll ask him. Just wait right here.”
He gestures forMarcusto join him a few steps away, and I chance a glance up at the balcony. I feel so fucking vulnerable down here. Vulnerable at the prospect of failure more than anything, because if I have played it too fucking quick with Blond and Marcus, then I’ll look like such a tit in front of Heath and Josh.
I suck in some breaths, because if I do get the chance with Blond and Marcus, I’m going to get my act together and up my game. Earning five stars has been so easy this week that I’ve become comfortable.Toocomfortable.
I’m an entertainer in this bar tonight, just like the entertainer I am back at home.
Thank the heavens that both Buff Blond and Marcus appear before me with dirty grins on their faces.
“Hey, Lucy,” Marcus says, another cockney.
I shoot him a drunk, flirty smile.
“Hi there, Marcus. You going to come with us? I’m sure you’ve been told what a horny cow I am. Sorry, this isn’t my general, uh, territory. I’m from the East End.”
“No problem with that,” he says. “We were looking for a companion tonight anyway. I’m happy to come along, if Ben is alright with sharing.”
Marcus and Ben.
“You’ve made my night,” I laugh. “Just a few things, though.”
I pull both guys closer to me, my heart thumping as I think of my onlookers upstairs.
“I like it dirty. Like real fucking dirty. I’m talking on the beach. I love getting fucked on the beach. I love cock down my throat. And I love it in my fucking ass as well. Think you can handle that?”
I flutter my lashes as I pull away, using my looks to my advantage as I hold my shoulders back – the huge rack of my cleavage on proud display.
