“Dance with me, Jake.” The slurring, flirty, female voice sounds so bold.
Who said that? I think that was my voice, wasn’t it? Damn, maybe.
I guess by the way he smiles at me in response, it was. I feel merry. I like being merry, it’s kind of light and warm. I’m completely aware that my internal dialog is that of a very drunk person with no filter but he says nothing, just puts his beer down, slides me toward him with a firm hand, and pulls me toward the dance floor with ease.
He’s smooth. Why would I expect any less from Casanova Carrero?
He manhandles women effortlessly on a daily basis. Lots of practice at it. Well, not so much lately as he seems to be cooling his jets on the women front. There hasn’t been a girl on the scene for a couple of weeks at least, maybe longer, but I hadn
