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Once outside, she breathed in
the cool air and looked up at the
sky. One of her favorite songs
was playing from inside the club
and she began swaying a little as
she walked over to a bench to sit.
When she neared the seat, she
noticed someone in her peripheral
staring at her. She looked over and
saw Konstantin shifting his gaze
from her back to his drink in an
awkward attempt to seem as if he
hadn’t been looking at her.
Feeling braver than usual, she
smiled and began to walk in his
direction. His eyebrows shot up as
his eyes fixed on hers and a small
sideways grin began to pull at his
lips. He could tell she was buzzed
but more than that, she seemed
genuinely happy to see him. He
couldn’t remember the last time
a girl looked at him that way. Like
he had just made her night and the
truth was, she had just made his.
“Hey K,” Naomi said as she
approached and maneuvered
herself to give him a sideways hug.
This was shocking even to her as
she was not typically a touchy feely
kind of person. Something about
him made her feel comfortable.
Although seemed somewhat hard
and standoffish at times, it made
her want to push through his rough
exterior. Almost like an unspoken
challenge he’d initiated and she
was more than happy to accept.
“K, huh?” Konstantin had never
been called just “K” before. It
wasn’t his favorite but he didn’t
care what she called him. She
giggled and said, “Well Kon, Stan
and Tin wouldn’t make good
nicknames so yeah, K!” She looked
up at him and smiled wide before
adding, “Plus, no offense but I
think your whole name sounds
more presumptuous than you
actually are.” She winked at him
and gestured to the bartender.
Wow! Put a little alcohol in Miss
Naomi Brite and she becomes the
queen of truth. He would normally
be put off by this, but the way she
said it was so innocent and sexy at
the same time.
Naomi leaned in and asked for
another water. When Konstantin
heard, he objected and ordered
her a shot of Tequila. “Excuse me,
Mr. Price but just so we’re clear, no
amount of alcohol is going to make
me go home with you if that’s your
intention,” Naomi narrowed her
gaze trying to look like she meant
business. Her hand lingered on his
arm as he handed her the shot.
Konstantin couldn’t help but spill
out a deep, throaty laugh half out
of embarrassment and also because
he was really enjoying this girl’s
feisty personality. Maybe there
were more layers to Naomi than
he’d imagined. He involuntarily
began imagining how it’d feel to be
the lucky guy who got to peel back
each of those layers.
“Absolutely not Miss Brite. I merely
wanted to make a toast to this
delightful surprise of an evening.”
He leaned in and placed his left
hand on the small of her back and
whispered, “It’s also an apology for
my abrupt exit from the library the
other night.” He pulled away slightly
while holding her gaze. Her big
brown eyes gaped at him in surprise.
Naomi’s breath hitched when
he touched her. The proximity
felt warm, safe and exciting. She
was surprised at his apology but
accepted it gracefully. She gave
him a slight nod and smile as
she lifted her glass in a “cheers”
motion before throwing it down.
The warm liquid burned while
it made its way down her throat
and she felt it instantly. Her head
was fuzzy and her face tingly. She
couldn’t remember the last time
she drank this much.
She swayed, slightly losing her
balance and fell into Konstantin’s
grasp. He helped steady her and
said, “Okay, water for the rest
of the night.” He gestured to
the bartender who immediately
handed him a glass. Naomi giggled
as she took the water and began
to drink it. She looked up at him
apologetically, “It’s been a while,
I guess. I can’t feel my lips.” She
giggled again as she slowly bit
her bottom lip trying to get some
feeling in it.
Konstantin couldn’t help but look
at her lips as she bit down. They
were plump, moist and pink from
the alcohol. She had a slight flush
in her cheeks and standing this
close, he could smell her. She
smelled like coconut and the sun.
He smiled at her and in a husky
whisper said, “I thought you were
just trying to feel me up.”
She looked up wide-eyed with her
mouth half open, unable to say
anything then swatted at his chest
while dropping her gaze at the
ground self-consciously. “Yeah, I’m
sure you’d just love that,” she replied.
Konstantin noticed that Colin
had been oblivious to the entire
exchange as he’d been busy
pursuing a girl a few feet away. He
thought about introducing Naomi
but selfishly thought against it as
he took her hand and said, “Let’s
go, you’re dancing with me.”
Before Naomi had a chance to
object, he began pulling her back
into the club and onto the dance
floor. There was a remix of Mario’s
“Let Me Love You” playing overhead
and he pulled her into him. Instead
of the typical club grind that most
guys attempt, he actually danced
with her. She was shocked at how
easily their bodies moved together.
She didn’t even have to think about
the moves as he led her through the
steps with such ease.
She hated to admit it but his ability
to dance was definitely something
she was attracted to.
Naomi had never felt this with
anyone before. Their bodies were
effortlessly in sync and she found
herself wishing the music would
never end. It was during this
thought when she looked up and