Too Much To Drink
I smiled at him but he pressed his lips together in a tight line and furrowed his brow then turned his head towards the blonde he was sitting with at the table. My mouth dropped as total rejection filled me to the core. He pretended like he was too good for me when just last night he had his hands in between my legs. Grant you he was just being helpful but still I thought we had a good flirty banter going. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing that I cared, I turned my head to the stage and waited for the entertainment to start.
The more I thought about it the madder I got and I wanted to forget about everything, so I picked up my glass and chugged the margarita then filled it right back up and started swaying in my chair to the beat of the music. There was always a live band on Saturdays and tonight just so happened to be our favorite plus Tara was quite friendly with the drummer so we always drank on them when they played. She nudged me with her elbow and pointed in his direction then waved. He winked at her and I couldn't help the twinge of jealousy I felt at how easily she could get a man wrapped around her fingers.
The drinks went down a lot smoother than before and the louder the music got the more my body moved and soon Tara had pulled me onto the dance floor. We were bouncing and jumping with the beat without a care in the world and soon I was worry free. The margaritas had made their way into my system and caused a happy feeling to invade my mind.
More people joined us and soon I was bumping and grinding on a hot guy with beautiful blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer as he wedged one of his knees in between mine and began rubbing himself on my thigh. I threw my head back letting my drunken state take over and went with the flow.
"Brittany? How about I take you home?"
I didn't open my eyes but instead pulled myself closer to the sexy man in front of me, knowing damn well who was behind me and not giving a shit why.
"No thank you, Mr. E." I slurred over my shoulder then turned back giving the blonde surfer guy my full attention.
"You've had too much to drink and I don't want you making any mistakes so please let me take you home, now." His tone became harsher and my arms automatically released my hold on the guy I was dancing with.
"Hey pretty girl, is this guy bothering you?" He asked while grabbing for my arms.
I pulled away and accidentally backed into a wall of pure muscle, nearly falling over, when his arms grabbed my waist and steadied me. His touch sent my body into overdrive and the feeling from the alcohol intensified it even more causing me to become light headed. Everything began to spin and I felt myself falling, then darkness surrounded me.
My head felt like someone was stabbing me with an ice pick and when I tried to open my eyes the pain shot right through them causing me to cover them and moan.
"Ooooooo what the fuck happened?" Asking myself.
"You had a little too much to drink then passed out."
I froze when his raspy deep voice answered and peeled my hands away from my eyes to see him laying in my chair with his feet propped up on the corner of the bed. His clothes were wrinkled and disheveled from sleeping in them all night and I could have sworn I saw a look of disappointment on his face. I picked at the sheets not really knowing what to say when he stood up and walked to the door.
He placed his hand on the knob and without turning around he said "There's some medicine on your nightstand and a bottle of water. Take it and try not to do anything too strenuous today."
Without another word he walked out closing the door behind him. I dropped my head into my hands and groaned when the door opened again and Tara came creeping in slowly, lying besides me.
"No. I feel like a fool. I never get that drunk and then to grind on some random guy! What was that about?"
"I think Mr. Sexy, pissy pants had something to do with it. Who is that guy by the way?"
I looked up at her not knowing what to say because I didn't know him at all. "I've only met him twice at the diner but the first time he was condescending and arrogant so I put him in his place. The next time he came in, the same day as my waxing, I didn't even give him a chance to say a word, just served him and walked away in pain. Then I had to go to my car to find some medicine, which I didn't have, and he just showed up with an ice pack and stuck it in between my legs making me feel so much better."
"Wait a minute, you mean to tell me you let some guy you barely know stick his hands in your privates?" She laughed loudly as I sat there red as a tomato.
I slapped her arm and said "That's not what I meant and you know it. Ugh then I saw him tonight and smiled but he just ignored me and I don't know something inside me just snapped."
"The green eyed monster!"
"No! I just thought it was rude that he would ignore me like that then had the nerve to tell me that I should stop having fun because I might make a mistake. I mean who does he think he is? I can make my own decisions."
"Well you were really drunk and I know you normally wouldn't have done anything you regretted but..."
"Are you saying he was right to come and butt into my personal life? He doesn't know me therefore he had no reason to make me feel like a child."
I threw the covers off my legs and jumped out of bed, I'd never been this upset before and I didn't know why. I mean yeah he probably did save me from potentially being raped or cut into itty bitty pieces and thrown into a barrel of oil but still he had no right to make that decision for me. I marched into the bathroom and headed to the shower, usually the warm water melted away anything that was bothering me. Once the water hit my head I felt some of the tension leaving but the aggravation was still there and I knew the only way it would go away was if I told off that stuck up, nosey asshole.
My blood began to boil again and I had to lean against the shower wall to calm myself down. I started counting to 10 and by the time I got to 6 I was starting to feel better but the nagging voice in my head kept telling me I should stay mad. I pushed it aside and continued counting down as I felt most of the anger leaving my body.
After my shower I laid back in bed, grabbing my phone to check my messages and email when it rang making me throw it up in the air. I have got to stop being so scared of everything! I looked at the number not sure if I recognized it and almost didn't answer but then I thought about the application, I didn't want to miss their call.
"How's the head?"
All the anger that just left me came flooding back and I took a deep breath ready to chew him a new asshole.
"Brittany, your friend gave me your number I wanted to call to say I'm sorry about last night, I just don't think anyone ever makes good decisions when they've been drinking and that guy didn't look like he was the type to care about what you wanted." He sighed and I almost accepted his apology but I thought back to how he made me feel and I had to tell him.
"Look, whatever your name is, I don't appreciate being spoken to or treated like a child. Whether or not you think I was acting appropriately was not your decision. I may have had too much to drink and ultimately whatever consequences came my way, I would gladly accept them." I said with a huff, breathing so heavy I thought I would pass out from how furious I was.
"Do you really think you could have defended yourself if he had taken advantage of you?" He scoffed. "Please you couldn't even handle getting waxed."
"Fuck you. I don't need a lecture, you have no idea who I am. Just because you happened to walk up on something that you thought was an uncontrolled situation doesn't mean you had to butt in."
"Watch your tone Brittany before I come back over there and bend you over my knee. You have a very sarcastic mouth and you need to control it or I will."
Tingles suddenly erupted all over my skin at the promise of him doing such naughty things to me. I was speechless and I didn't know if it was because I was so incredibly turned on or so immensely pissed off. But before I could say another word he broke the silence between us.
"My name is Ethan, good bye Brittany."
The phone call ended and I could have sworn I heard him smirk before he hung up, as if he had gotten the last word forever. I threw my phone down and rolled onto my stomach screaming into my comforter. How could someone so infuriating make me feel so got damn horny in the same sentence? What did this mean? Was he going to start following me around now to make sure I'm safe?
All these questions made my head throb and then it occurred to me, what if something happens between the two of us, then I would never get the chance to lose my virginity the way I wanted to, the way I had dreamed of for the last few years. DN, Inc. was my only choice at achieving that and if I kept playing Ethan's little games I was sure to get burned in more ways than one. I needed to stay away from him, no matter what.
So his name is Ethan, but what's his deal? Why did he bring her home and then stay the night?
Do you think he will try and pursue her or will he become her guardian angel???
And will she really be able to stay away from him?