“What’s your name?” I ask over my shoulder as I wiggle my ass against him.
His hands tighten on my hips. “ Foster,” he whispers low in my ear. “What’s yours?”
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. With a smile I say, “Harley.”
“Harley, huh? Don’t think I’ve heard that outside of the Joker cartoon.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m not named after Harley Quinn. My daddy was a biker.” I shrug one shoulder and play indifferent.
He leans in closer and his hot breath washes over my dry lips. “What do you say to coming home with me tonight?” His lips press against my jaw and it makes my eyes flutter closed.
“I would love to, but I’m here with some friends, celebrating an engagement.”
“Not yours, I hope.” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips and his brow arches as he awaits my answer.
I laugh. “No, never mine. I’m still too wild to get married. I like to have too much fun.” I give him a teasing smile.
“Is that so?” he asks, slowly leaning in to test the waters. I know what he wants and the alcohol in my system makes me lean forward, capturing his lips with my own. His lips are soft and teasing. They move slowly at first but then pick up speed and intensity. They part and his tongue makes its way into my mouth. He tastes of beer and spiced rum and his scratchy beard feels good against my soft skin.
His hands are big and strong, but soft, telling me that he probably has some kind of corporate office type job. We’re both in the same boat tonight, just looking to blow off some steam and maybe get laid. But who am I to judge? I want him just as much as he seems to want me. His hands travel my body, squeezing my hips, rubbing up and down my back, and back down again to grasp my hips. His lips fall from mine, kissing across my jaw and to my neck. I want nothing more than to go back to his place and fall into his bed, where he can show me how good he is with the rest of his body, but I’m here for Cora, I remind myself.
“Let’s get another shot,” I tell him, pulling back but keeping his hand in mine while I drag him over to the bar.
He stands at my side. “Are you sure you can’t sneak away from them for the night?”
I smile. “I probably could, but I won’t. Tonight isn’t about me,” I say, but I’m not sure if I’m telling him or reminding myself. I seem to be doing a lot of that tonight.
“And I can’t talk you into changing your mind?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight,” I say around a teasing smile.
He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and hands over a card. “Well, call me when you do.”
I look at the card and see his name Foster Wilder, Wilder Industries. And his cell phone number. Since we’ve been dancing, I don’t have my purse with me so I slide the card down into my bra for safe keeping. “I will call you some time,” I promise.
“I hope so,” he says, leaning in toward me. He smells delicious, like deep oak, a hint of sunshine and summer breeze. He smells clean and fresh, but also thick and woodsy at the same time. It’s the perfect combination to have my mind spinning.
“So, tell me about yourself, Foster,” I say, sliding my money over for a drink.
He smiles and it makes my breath hitch in my throat. “Well, after college I went to work at the family business. Since then, I’ve been climbing my way up the ladder. Hopefully earn those CEO letters behind my name someday.”
“How old are you?” I’m handed my drink and I stir it before taking a sip.
“Thirty-two,” he answers. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-four, but I don’t have some fancy corporate job. I work as the PR director at a local no-kill shelter.”
He nods and the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile. “So, you like animals?”
“I love animals. What’s not to love? I handle all the companies advertising and I plan all the adoption benefits we hold. I also foster dogs.”
His brow raises like he’s impressed. “How charitable of you. What do you like to do when you’re not working?”
I shrug. “I’m a free spirit. I like to do anything as long as it’s fun. I’m a play it by ear kind of person. I never make plans. I always just…do whatever I want.”
He smiles. “Seems like we have a lot in common.” He leans forward and I feel the air between us growing thick. Slowly, we both lean inward and I can’t wait to feel his lips against mine again.
“Harley! Get your butt over here!” one of the girls yell, and it steals my attention. I look over my shoulder at them, laughing, talking, dancing, and having fun. I turn my attention back to Foster. “I guess I should be getting back, but I got your number.”
“You better use it too,” he says around a flirty smile.
“I will,” I promise, a shy smile of my own breaking through as I turn and walk away from him. I take my place back with the girls and they’re all giddy about my recent interaction with the sexy guy. I dodge the million questions they throw at me as I look over my shoulder and throw him one last glance.
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I don’t know what happens, but once I pulled myself away from Foster, the drinks seemed to hit harder. I’m barely able to stay on my feet as we all dance. I open my eyes and look around, wondering how exactly I ended up on the top of the table without realizing it.
“Ma’am, you have to get down. Come on,” the security guard says, reaching up for me.
“What? Go away,” I start, but his hand catches my wrist and he pulls me downward. I fall and he catches me in his arms, but the table I was standing on topple and falls to its side, clanging loudly off the floor.
“That’s it. You’ve had enough. Time to go,” he says, setting me on my feet and pulling me toward the doors.
“Wait. What?” I ask, looking around for someone to help but he’s pulling me out too quickly. My vision is too blurred to make out any of my friends. The next thing I know, we’re outside and the air is cool. I breathe it in deeply as I turn to face him.
“You need a cab or something?”
I frown. “No, I can get my own cab,” I insist. “Why am I being thrown out? My friends are still in there, looking for me.”
He crosses his arms over his big chest and shakes his head. “You know you’re not allowed to dance on the tables. This is a bar, not a strip club.”
I gasp. “Screw you, guy!” I poke him in the chest with my index finger as I try to step around him, but he matches me step for step. “I’m just going to go inside the moment you stop watching,” I say, holding my hands into fists at my sides.
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, like this is my first encounter with a drunk girl. I’m going to be standing right inside that door. Try coming in again and I’ll call the police. We have them on speed dial here. Don’t try me. Just go home and sleep it off.” Without another word, he spins around and walks back into the bar.
I take a deep breath and try to cool myself down. What a bunch of shit. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. So what if I danced on a table? It’s not like I killed someone. It’s not like anyone was hurt.
With a surge of bravery and the feeling of being mistreated, I head back into the bar. I walk right through the doors and in several steps, but then someone catches me around my waist and drags me back out.
“I told you,” he says in my ear. “You didn’t even wait a whole minute!” He has a hint of amusement in his voice but I don’t find this funny.
“Let me go!” I order. “Get your hands off me.” I fight against his hold.
Finally he sets me back down on the sidewalk outside of the bar. I spin around to face him. “What’s your problem? It’s not like you’re the king of the bar. I wasn’t hurting anyone.”
“That’s not the point. Our insurance doesn’t cover drunk girls dancing on tables. If you fell off and broke your neck and tried to sue, you’d shut us down.”
I nearly snort. “Oh, I wouldn’t fall and if I did, I wouldn’t sue. It’s my dumb decision to dance on the table.�
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“Exactly, dumb decision. Now, go home and sleep it off.”
“You sleep it off,” I argue.
“Is there a problem here?” a man says and I turn to look at him. It’s a police officer.
“No, there’s no problem. Is there?” I look at the security guard.
“Actually, I’ve had to remove this woman from the bar twice now.”
“Ma’am,” the police officer says. “I suggest you take the kind hint this man is giving you and take yourself home before I have to arrest you.”
My eyes grow wide. “Arrest me for what?” I ask, shocked.
“Drunken disorderly conduct,” he answers.
The security guard goes back inside, leaving me alone with the officer. “Look, my friends are still in there. She’s just gotten engaged and we’re supposed to be celebrating. Can I please just go back in? I promise I’ll behave.” I offer him up a smile and bat my lashes a little.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t allow that.”
“Not even if I show you my—?” My hands are already on the bottom of my top, lifting it upward.
“That’s it,” he says, cutting me off. His hands catch my wrists and he somehow manages to spin me around so that they’re behind my back. The next thing I know, I’m in a pair of handcuffs and being shoved into the back of the police car.
Fuck. I really did it this time.
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