“How would you like it if some chick you didn’t even know started groping you at a club or party?” Her eyes flash with hostility. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she actually started foaming at the mouth. My guess is that Stacy has been manhandled one too many times before.
Hopefully Alex isn’t stupid enough to answer that question.
“I’d be totally down with it.” For the first time in five minutes, he actually smirks.
Stacy’s mouth drops open as her eyes flare wide. A moment later, her hand shoots out. I’m half afraid she’s going to bitch slap Alex right into next week when she grabs a girl walking past us and yanks her over. The girl, wearing a pair of four inch super skinny heels, stumbles just a bit before recovering her balance. I have to give her some major props for remaining upright on that one. Not always easy to do in sky high skinny heels.
“Ally, this guy,” she waves her hand in Alex’s direction as if that term is debatable, “thinks it’s perfectly acceptable to grab a girl’s butt at a party.”
If the sudden frown is any indication, then Ally is none too pleased by this information either. One of her hands instantly settles on her hip as her lip curls in disgust. “Why do guys always think that’s okay to do?” Even though this is posed as a question, I’m thinking it’s more rhetorical in nature. “I am so damn sick and tired of that shit!”
Not saying a word, I merely shake my head before shrugging my shoulders. Alex’s gaze shifts with even more unease between the two fuming girls who are all up in his face.
“Ahhh-”
He never gets a chance to finish that thought (I’m being overly generous with that assertion) before both Stacy and Ally steamroll right over him. “It is definitely not okay! You can’t just walk around touching women inappropriately!”
“Ahhh-” Alex’s mouth gapes open like a fish out of water. You can actually see the moment he finally grasps the severity of his current predicament.
“What’s going on over here?”
A tall brunette shoves her way into the tight circle before glancing around at the four of us.
“Oh, hey, Ashley. Can you believe this jerk thinks it’s okay to sexually harass woman?”
Now Ashley’s brows are lowering as her eyes arrow straight to Alex. “No one in this day and age could possibly think that it’s okay to touch a woman without asking first.”
She waits for Alex to clear his good name. Unfortunately Alex merely stares at her… looking fairly perplexed and a little surprised that he is now the object of three hot girls’ interest.
Of course that interest isn’t exactly the kind he’s been trolling for this evening.
Alex suddenly takes a hasty step backwards as all three girls crowd into his personal space. Every single one of them talking or shouting at the same time. Since Alex will be tied up for the foreseeable future, I decide my work is done here and take off in search of Brooklyn. I’m more than ready to go home before any more of these drunken louts decide that party time ass grabbing is a legitimate sport.
I’m no more than ten steps away from Alex and his irate entourage, who are currently, by the volume of their collective voices, giving him a major ass chewing, when I hear a male voice right at my ear. “I saw what you did back there.”
Since I’ve filled my quota for inane conversations this evening, I ignore him and keep pushing my way through the thick press of bodies. I’m tired, a little bit cranky, and more than ready to take off. If I have to drag Brooklyn out of here, I’m more than willing to do it. And I certainly don’t have the wherewithal, not to mention the patience, to deal with anymore hammered, frat boy-asshole-types tonight. Alex squandered the very last of it.
Not bothering to turn, I throw the words haphazardly over my shoulder as I continue weaving my way around clumps of drunken college coeds. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do.”
I can all but hear the laughter simmering in his rich deep voice. Realizing this guy isn’t going to leave me alone, I decide the best course of action is to stop and politely let him know that I’m not interested in anything he might be offering up for the evening. Feeling exasperated to be held up when all I want to do is find Brooklyn and leave this out-of-control party, I wheel around towards the voice at my ear. As my eyes land on his face, I literally suck in a great big breath of air before almost choking on it.
Chapter Two
Even though it’s totally unlike me, I can’t help but stare. And when I say stare, I actually mean full on checking him out. It’s so embarrassing. But honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as the guy standing before me.