That is until that meatloaf brain Teddy gets off his shift and scrambles over to her like a puppy, inserting himself into her conversation. Even still, as he stands there lumbering over her, I notice her conveniently shielding herself behind his massive frame, while discreetly keeping a clear line of sight in my direction.
Then she strikes back.
Using the coked-out gyrating Heather as my diversion for my own stolen glances, I watch Abby take Teddy’s elated hand, and drag him onto the dance floor.
My blood boils as I watch his giant hands slide down her body, as she grinds her hips against him, almost as explicitly, while shooting a pointed look my way.
Ohhh, she is asking for it tonight.
But I’m Roman Antonov. I’m a God.
…And a dickhead.
I flag down one of the bartenders that float around the dance floor taking drink orders and give her my request.
And my instructions.
When she returns a few minutes later, I grab Heather by the arm and force her to look at me.
“When I tell you,” I growl in her ear. “I want you to put this shot between your tits.”
“Oooh! Okay!” She giggles ecstatically.
The DJ transitions songs, and that’s when one of the floor lights above us illuminates, putting us in the spotlight.
Heather obediently puts the shot between her perky breast implants, as the crowd around us cheers.
With all eyes on us, I proceed to lick down her tits slowly and seductively, gripping them firmly in my hands as I take the edge of the glass in my lips and throw it back.
Heather laughs, as I find Abby’s face in the crowd.
Her absolutely furious face.
But I don’t stop there.
With my eyes locked on my sexy assistant, I deliberately shove my tongue down Heather’s throat, kissing her repeatedly.
If I thought Abby looked pissed before, it’s nothing compared to her face the minute I kiss Heather. Her small arms crossed tightly across her body, she looks as if she wants to poison me…or slice me into tiny little pieces.
Yeah, okay, tell me again that you don’t want me, Abigail.
But then Abby does the only thing I’m not expecting her to do: she leaves.
And it’s not like she just casually walks away, no, she bolts for the backdoor, abandoning a very confused and dejected looking Teddy standing in the middle of the dance floor.
Shit.
Pushing Heather off of me, I immediately follow after Abby, shoving anyone in my path out of the way as I chase her out the heavy metal backdoor, and into the cold fall air.
“Abigail” I call after her.
“No!” She shouts back.
“Abby! Just wait a moment,” I call, catching up with her.
“You know what,” She hisses, whirling around to face me. “Go fuck yourself.”
I have to stop myself from laughing.
