Never Have I Ever

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Chapter 8

I spun around to examine the back of my dress in the mirror, my stomach filling with butterflies.

Georgia had insisted I buy it the second I'd tried it on. If it hadn't been for the glass of wine with lunch, I'd never have agreed.

Pure white, open back and a split to my thigh. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever worn, and I felt amazing.

Was I nervous? Yes, but it was an excited anticipation. All I could think about was whether James would appreciate how I looked, and what might happen if he did…

My cheeks flushed, and I smoothed the soft tendrils of hair by my face. I hadn't seen him, or any of the guys, since they'd returned from Es Cana. Maybe James had already moved on and wouldn't even give me a second glance.

Picking up my silver clutch, I took one last look in the mirror before leaving. I'd had an early dinner with Georgia, and now we were all meeting at the resort bar for pre-drinks.

"Oh, fuck!" I cursed, almost falling down the steps. I was not great in heels, let alone six inch ones.

"Careful! Are you ok?"

I looked up to see Johnny walking towards me, a massive smile on his face.

"I'm fine, just clumsy."

His eyes wandered over my body and he let out a low whistle.

"Wow, you look amazing."

"Oh, thanks." I replied, staring down at the ground.

We walked towards the bar, but it took longer than usual because of the ridiculous heels.

"How was your trip?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Good. I don't think Graham or James have sobered up, they've been partying non stop." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I guess you and Richard are the sensible ones?" I said, my heart sinking.

"Ha, compared to those two. They both love a good time. Don't get me wrong, I do as well, but I'm looking to settle down."

We were just coming up to the bar entrance when I tripped again. This time I didn't keep my balance, but Johnny caught me before I fell.

"Shit, sorry!" I muttered, feeling embarrassed.

"It's ok, I don't mind." He replied, brushing his fingers over my bare arm.

"Having fun?"

I looked up to see James in the doorway to the bar, his phone in his hand. My eyes wandered over him, my body exploding with a frenzy of sparks.

Johnny laughed, and I hastily moved away.

"I tripped in these stupid shoes." I announced, smiling at him.

He looked me over, but avoided meeting my eyes.

"Are you coming in, mate?" Johnny asked, holding the door open.

"Just making a call, then I will join you." He replied, turning his back to us.

I followed Johnny inside, disappointment gnawing at me. The lack of attention from James was infuriating, I felt like a drug addict who couldn't get their fix.

"Sophie, over here."

Georgia was waving us over to the table, her face lit up with a smile.

"Oh, you guys look good together!" She teased, winking at me.

I shot her a death stare, and she stood up, pulling me into a hug.

"You look gorgeous!"

"Thanks, so do you."

I stared at her, suddenly confused.

"Wait, didn't the hairdresser put your hair up?"

She giggled, leaning closer to me.

"Yeah, but it got messed up when Richard came back. You'd think we had been apart for a month, not a day, if you know what I mean…"

I rolled my eyes, and she elbowed me.

"Johnny's looking cute tonight, isn't he? Maybe you should reconsider-"

"I told you, I'm not interested." I whispered, watching as he poured some wine into two glasses.

By the time James reappeared, I'd drank my glass of wine. He sank down in the empty chair beside me, and the rhythm of my heartbeat increased.

"So, Soph, are you ready for your first party in Ibiza?" Graham asked, winking at me.

"Yeah. I'm a little nervous, but I'm sure it'll be fun." I replied.

"You don't have to be, I'll look out for you." Johnny said, grinning at me.

I heard James snort and my heart sank. I needed to speak to him, it was driving me crazy that he thought I liked Johnny.

"It's shot time guys!" Georgia shouted, clapping her hands together.

An attractive waitress put a tray down on the table. Her tight red dress showed off the curve of her hips and tiny waist, and I watched her smile at James.

"Thank you, darling." He winked, grinning at her.

She blushed, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. I'd never felt jealousy like it before. My teeth sank into my lip as she sashayed off.

"Another one that's sucked in by the James Graves magnetic field!" Graham teased, shaking his head.

"You're jealous." James said, picking up his shot glass.

"Of course I am, mate! You just have to look at a girl and they are offering to suck your cock"

"Graham!" Georgia yelled, making a face.

Thank God, no one was looking at me. Except James, I could feel him staring.

"What? It's the truth. We are all adults here, everyone has sexual needs. All I'm saying is that James doesn't have to put much effort in to fulfill them."

As Graham continued talking, my stomach turned. I was in a long line when it came to James. It was ridiculous how I'd built our encounter into something it wasn't.

"I think you could do with some water." Richard said, passing him a glass.

Georgia shook her head,

"I'm so glad you are here, Sophie. I've heard enough crappy, macho talk to last me a lifetime."

I picked up my shot glass and looked at anything but James.

"Well, let's toast to Sophie being here! And my ability to get a blow job! Oh, and Georgia complaining less!" James cheered, raising his shot glass.

I met his eye, fighting the urge to smile.

"There's no need for that." Richard frowned, glaring at his brother.

"It's fine." Georgia said, picking up her own glass.

"Well, I'll toast to Sophie being here!" Johnny said, squeezing my hand.

I heard James mutter something under his breath as I drank my shot. When I glanced at him, he slammed his empty glass on the table, making everyone jump.

"James, can I talk to you?" Richard said, standing up.

James rolled his eyes, but he stood up and followed Richard outside.

"James shouldn't have spoken like that, Georgia. He's been moody all day." Johnny said, pouring more wine into our glasses.

"It's fine, I know he meant nothing by it. Richard's just really protective." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

A rather subdued James and Richard returned to the table. It was obvious they had argued, although James did hug Georgia and apologise.

After the earlier drama, things seemed to settle down. I kept waiting for an opportunity to speak to James, but he ignored me.

Not like Johnny, who was being extremely attentive. He didn't stop chatting to me or refilling my glass. By the time we had to leave to go to the party, I was frustrated.

Georgia couldn't have been more excited and was talking non-stop. She put her arm through mine as we walked to the car, pulling me close.

"I told you Soph, Johnny can't take his eyes off you in that dress!"

I looked around and saw James right behind us. He had heard Georgia and his eyes burned into mine. This time it was with anything but desire.

He marched on ahead, and my stomach twisted into knots. I hated that he was mad at me, especially because I hadn't even done anything wrong.

As we reached the entrance, I saw a black limousine parked in front of the doors.

"Wow, is that for us?" I asked, looking at Georgia with surprise.

She smiled at me and pulled me along,

"It is! Come on."

"Ladies, first." Johnny said, gesturing to the open door.

I climbed in after Georgia. The slit in my dress was so high that I had to be careful not to reveal too much.

It was my first time in a limousine, and it wasn't a disappointment. Georgia looked at home as she headed straight to a bottle of champagne.

Heat rushed my body as James sat beside me, his leg pressed to mine.

"Champagne, guys?" Georgia offered, passing out glasses.

James handed me a glass, and we touched. His grip tightened on his glass, and finally he looked into my eyes.

I didn't know how one look could make you feel so many things. My pulse raced and the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. The urge to grab his face and kiss him was so powerful, it took all my self-control to keep my hands to myself.

James exhaled. If anyone else looked at me so intently, I'd drop my gaze. But he drew me closer, made me want more.

Then he turned away, downing his drink in one. I shifted back in my seat, confused and scared by the way he made me feel.
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