Disastrous (Disastrous Series) (37 page)

“Hey, gorgeous.” she said, holding a tray with one hand and dragging the other through my hair.

I gave her my famous crooked grin: that shit makes the chicks fucking wild. She bit her lip, and I knew she was going crazy right then. “Hey Lora, I thought you were off tonight?”

She placed the tray down on the bar and looked at the bartender, placing her order before answering me. “Paige, can I have a Grey Goose and tonic and a Cosmo, thanks. Yeah, they needed me. It being the last day of school for most universities, they knew it would be packed.”

I looked over her shoulder and spotted Jeremy immediately. I knew he was here because of his pussy drink. Jeremy’s father designed Club21 and my office building. He’s the best at what he does, so Jeremy and I became kind of close in the process.

He was with a girl though. I didn’t hear him mention he had a girlfriend. From a distance, she looked pretty, and even from behind the table, you could tell she had a nice body. Though, she seemed out of her element, looking around uncomfortably. I ordered three shots for their table and told Lora to tell them that I would join them after I greeted a few people.

Lora swayed her fine ass over to them, and I watched from the bar as I sipped on my drink. For some reason I was drawn to the table. I watched as Lora set down the shot glasses and the girl next to Jeremy snapped her head to him. She looked upset as Jeremy tried to explain something. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her Cosmo and gulped it down.
Fuck
that was sexy! Jeremy grabbed her hand; he seemed to be soothing her. I guess she is his girlfriend. I took a few more sips of my drink and continued to watch; she relaxed as Lora hurried and handed her another drink.

For the next hour, I stood at the bar greeted by a few people and secretly spied on Jeremy’s table. I’m not exactly sure why, but I found her facial expressions interesting. She seemed bored and kept drinking to entertain herself. Even when two additional people joined their table, she looked as if she were just being friendly for their sake.

Jeremy stood up and walked over to the end of the bar; he didn’t spot me. He approached a blond-haired chick and led her to the dance floor.
Huh!
So that isn’t his girlfriend. The couple from the table also headed to the dance floor, leaving her all by herself.

She raised her hand at Lora who walked over by the bar to grab another Cosmo. She was going through her phone,
looking for a booty call maybe?
Lora grabbed her drink, and I quickly stood from my stool and followed behind. Lora placed the drink on the table, and I stepped beside her. I stared at the woman before me who had yet to acknowledge my presence. She quickly grabbed her drink and took a long swig; her lips curled into a smile as it went down.

“Um, good evening, Mr. DeLuca, would you like your usual?” Lora formally asked. Around others she used my last name, but when we were alone she wasn’t as formal.

Without taking my eyes off the woman gulping her drink, I said, “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” Lora seemed angry and stormed off. I didn’t care about Lora anymore the moment I was greeted with the most unique emerald green eyes I had ever seen. I lied earlier when I said she was pretty. She wasn’t. She was absolutely fucking
beautiful
. I forced a smile, trying to hold my composure. I had flutters in my stomach, can you fucking believe that! Actual fucking butterflies in my stomach, I never felt that shit before. She gently smiled, and it was breathtaking.
Calm down, DeLuca; you’ve been around gorgeous women … not this fucking stunning!

Oh my God, I felt a hard-on forming, so I hurriedly slid through the seat before she spotted it. I scooted over until I was near her, and I instantly caught a whiff of her scent. Fuck! She smells like cherry candy.
Who fucking doesn’t love cherry-flavored candy?
I fought the urge to lunge over the table and attack her lips. I wonder if she tastes like cherries.
Okay, get a grip
! I turned and nodded at her. Her shaky hands instantly rushed under the table; she was nervous. That’s cute.
Did I just use the word cute?

I smiled at her. I had to know who she was, so I blurted out. “Hi, I’m Marcus DeLuca, and you
are
?” Great, dickhead! That didn’t sound forward at all! Lora handed me my drink, so I grabbed it and took a sip to calm my own nerves.

“Hi, I’m Mia, Jeremy’s friend.” She tilted her head and glanced towards the dance floor. I looked over, quickly nodded, and took another sip of my drink. I had this urge to not drink around her, afraid that she’d judge me.
What the hell was I talking about! S
he just chugged down like five Cosmos.
Did that make me a stalker because I knew how many drinks she had?
Fuck! I’m acting like a little bitch.

Mia? It fit her perfectly … Why does it sound familiar?
Oh
wait ... I leaned in and folded my hands on top of the table, keeping them from reaching over to touch her face. It looked so soft. “Are you Sullivan? Mia Sullivan?”

She bit her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but stare at those lips; they were perfect in every way: glossy, full, plump, juicy, kissable lips. My semi-hard-on turned full blown hard.

She finally glanced at me, and at that moment for only a mere second, our eyes locked. I knew I wanted to know more about Mia. She was so beautiful, nothing like I’d ever seen, and she was here, sitting next me. “Yes, how did you know?” she asked, breaking my thoughts.

I stumbled over my words like a fucking dick, “Oh, ah, Jeremy mentioned you a few times. Also, I texted him earlier, to see if he knew you. I’ve heard a lot about the highly-recommended first-year law student, Mia Sullivan.” I tried to make up for it with my playful, flirty grin.

“Yes, that’s me, I … I didn’t apply, Professor Johnson applied on my behalf. He handed me the acceptance letter for the interview this morning actually.” She didn’t give me the response I usually got from other females. Was she not interested? Maybe she did have a boyfriend. I just nodded again, trying to come up with something else to get her attention. That’s when Jeremy approached … douche bag.

“Hey there you are! I see you met Mia!”

“Yes, we met.” Thanks for cock-blocking …
cock-blocking?
I’m not trying to get in her panties. Well I want to but not just yet.

“So, Marc sorry I can’t hang, but I kind of have this chick that wants to hook up.” He pointed his thumb to some girl by the bar. I took a quick glance and looked at him, hoping that Mia didn’t have to leave as well. He faced Mia. “Mia, I know you had too many drinks tonight. Will you be okay getting home? I’m going to take a cab back to this chick’s place. Also David and Michelle left like ten minutes ago. Are you going to be okay taking a cab home? I can wait for a cab with you, if you like?”

I watched her expression slowly grow angry. You could tell she wanted to snap at him but restrained from doing so … so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll drive her.” Mia quickly glared at the drink in my hand. “This is the only drink I’ve had all night, I’m fine. I can drive her home. Go ahead, Jae, get out of here.” So I lied—it was my third drink tonight, but I was good to drive. Jeremy thanked me, kissed Mia on the cheek,
lucky bastard
, and left.

She watched Jeremy run away, angrily she picked up her drink and chugged it down, slamming it against the table. I held back a laugh … she was so wasted. Not looking in my direction, she slid across the chair and stood. My heart seriously stopped. Not only was she stunning she had the most curvy, hour-glass, thick-in-all-the-right-places body. Fuck! I adjusted the bulge in my pants before quickly sliding in the opposite direction, made my way to her side, and grabbed her arm to keep her steady.

My breath hitched as I quickly eyed her up and down. Her dress was tight and short. I had this urge to hide her from everyone’s sight. I wanted her all to myself.
What the fuck! All to myself?
She wasn’t some toy you could just keep hidden in your room to play with as you please, you dick wad! Slowly, I was getting pissed at myself at the thought, then another came to mind. Jeremy was willing to let her go home alone in a cab dressed like that, is he fucking slow or something?

“Hey, you don’t have to take me home. I’m fine with taking a cab. Thanks anyway.” The sound of her sweet voice pierced through my building rage for Jeremy. She began to tug away from my grip. I tightened it, not willing to let her go and began moving forward.

“No, I’m taking you home. What kind of man would I be if I let you go home completely drunk in a vehicle where a cab driver could possibly take advantage of you?” Peeking over my shoulder, I risked another glance at her. “Especially in that dress.”
Shit
, I just sounded like a super douche bag control freak. I picked up the pace, moving us through the crowd, hoping she didn’t hear me through the pounding music.

Nope, she heard me, and she didn’t like it either. She yanked her arm away from my grip. I turned to face her. With her hands now on her hips, she tried to maintain her wobbly stance. “And what? Shall I get in the car with you, a
stranger
! What if
you
take advantage of me?” She yelled over the music. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t help but laugh. Shaking my head, I grabbed her arm a little firmer to keep her from falling.

Proceeding through the crowd, I led her through to the back. She covered her eyes with her free hand, blinded by the hallway light. As I continued down the hall, I could hear the loud clumping noise of her heels and feel her swaying side-to-side. “You can’t even standup straight on your own, and you want to get in a cab?
Haven’t
you heard about those four females in Boston within the last year? All four were too drunk and were driven home in a cab alone … but never found again!”

She tried to pull away from my grip again, but I restrained from her doing so. “Yes, I heard! And I can’t stand straight because my heels are too high, thank you very much!” Oh, she’s feisty. I wonder where she’s from. She doesn’t sound like she’s from Boston. I kept myself from laughing.

“I don’t understand why women put themselves through that torture …” Glancing over my shoulder, I slowly eyed her up and down, tracing her entire body with my stare.
Shit
, I don’t want her to think I’m trying to get in her skirt. Think of something quick, DeLuca. “…and you’d look just as good in that dress in flats.” She would—hell she could wear a trash bag and still pull it off.

After grabbing my car keys and giving advice to Vinnie about dealing with the meeting tonight, we walked out the door. Once we got to my car, I settled her into the passenger seat and she fastened her seatbelt. For the twenty-second walk around the car to the driver‘s side, I had the fucking biggest smile on my face, and I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why.

As soon as I stepped into the car, I put my game face on. “So where to?”

 “You don’t know where I live?” she mumbled.

“Why would I?”

She rolled her head and stared at me with those big beautiful eyes. “Do you know where Jeremy lives?”

“Yeah.” I answered captivated by those eyes.

She yawned, and her small round nose and eyes squinted; it was adorable. “We’re roommates.”

Huh? That caught me off guard. “Oh, he didn’t mention that.”

“I can tell.”

Nodding, I put the car in reverse and managed to keep my eyes on the road. It was difficult to do. My car filled with the scent of cherry candy, and I breathed in the fragrance peacefully. At one red light, I chanced a quick glance at her, and she was passed out. She even slept beautifully: her face content, her head leaning against the headrest facing me. Her arms were crossed over her lap. I looked down at her bare legs and fought every impulse to trace my fingers along her thighs. If she could have read my mind, she would have clearly thought I was a fucking pervert!

I finally approached her building and found parking directly in front of it. After turning off the ignition, I stared at her for a few minutes. She looked so peaceful I didn’t have the heart to wake her, but I couldn’t sit in here forever. Well I would, but when she woke up and caught me staring at her, she’d think I was some type of weirdo.

Forcing myself out of the car, I made my way to her side and opened the passenger door. She didn’t move an inch. Kneeling down, I gently shook her. She moaned, rolling her head against the headrest in my direction. Her eyes popped open, and she smiled at the sight of me. I couldn’t help but smile back. I lifted my hand and touched the side of her cheek. Skimming my thumb along her cheek bone, I noticed that her skin was so soft and delicate. “How you feeling?” I asked.

“Like crap,” she mumbled. I laughed, stood up, and reached my hand out for her to take it. At first she was hesitant, but eventually she took it. Once on her feet, she stumbled forward into me. My quick reflexes prevented her from falling. Lifting her head, she giggled … it was the most engaging sound I’d ever heard. I would do anything to hear that sound again. Her hands were pressed against my chest, and my body began to tremble.
What are you a little bitch now? You’ve been touched by plenty of women before
… but not this one.

“Well are you just going to stand there or lead me to my room?” She flashed a flirtatious grin. I lost my breath for a few seconds, and then before I could blink, I quickly helped her up the stairs and to the front door of her apartment. She removed her keys from her clutch and sloppily made her way through the door, throwing her clutch on top of a table.

I follow closely behind her with my hands held up near her back in case she fell. She was mumbling something while pulling on her dress. “Shit, I can’t get this thing off, could you unzip the back for me.” She whimpered when we entered what I think was her room.

Licking my lips, I inched closer. Her long, wavy hair was in the way, so I brushed all it over to one shoulder, sweeping my fingertips along the back of her neck. I had to bite my bottom lip down to hold my composure. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed hard. Very gently and slowly, I pulled down on the small metal zipper, tracing my finger all the way down her back. I smiled when small round goose bumps formed against her skin. Once her entire back was exposed, she turned around.