Tied To My One Night Stand

10. No games

SCARLETT POV

It’s been a week since I finally peeled off my pajamas and got back on track. Amelia and I have hung out almost every day and she’s really starting to grow on me. Although I’m thankful that she dragged me out my funk, I’m not sure her plan to go to a pub tonight is a great idea. I’ve been having some pretty erratic thoughts when it comes to the male species. There is a chance that those thoughts plus alcohol might lead to some equally erratic behavior. I’m feeling very unrestrained right now. When I was home, I followed a path that was set out for me. Now I’m here and the path has disappeared. Maybe it won't be so bad to let loose. I put on some high waist blue jeans and the new black-tie-back plunging neck crop top Amelia insisted I buy with some brown platform peep toe ankle booties. Looking at myself in the mirror, I hardly recognize myself. This is not something I would typically wear. The jeans and boots, yes, but a plunging neckline, that’s new for me. My girls are secured and covered for the most part, they peek out just enough to say hi. Leaving my hair down, I comb it out, giving it some volume and apply enough eye makeup so that my eyes pop but go with a gloss on my lips. When I’m ready, I grab my bag and lock up before walking all the way to Amelia’s.

As if she sensed my presence, Amelia comes barging out wearing a navy blue tube top that makes her baby blues pop out more. Some black skinny jeans and strappy blue-heeled sandals. Her blond hair is in a high ponytail and her makeup is similar to mine.

“You look hot!” She squealed and looked me up and down. “You look pretty damn good yourself babe.” I replied and hooked our arms together, guiding her to the elevator. The taxi was already waiting for us when we got downstairs. We actually could have walked to the pub but decided that our feet would not be happy by the end of the night if we did. There were a few pubs near the one we were going to. Since the college is so close, this was usually the party scene. At the moment, it has more tourists than students. We sat at the bar and had a few drinks. Not too long after, Amelia was on the dance floor with a local. His friend had asked me to dance but I wasn’t feeling him. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew it wasn’t him. A man across the bar caught my eye. All of the girls were swooning over him and he was more than enjoying the attention. His chocolate brown hair made you want to run your fingers through it, thick with a curl. Let’s not get started on his piercing blue eyes. His gray button-up fit so perfectly to his broad chest and thick biceps that if he flexed it would bust at the seams. He was taking his time assessing all of the women at his disposal. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one. Something about the fact that he didn't reek of desperation attracted me more. That didn’t mean I was going to throw myself at him like all of the other women around him. No. He was going to come to me.

QUINN POV

For my last day in Manchester, I decided to go somewhere more laid back, a pub. The local women here are tired of their local men, or so it appears. It looks like I’ll have my pick of the litter by the end of the night. They are making this way too easy and I almost wished the gave me more of a challenge. I had almost narrowed my choice down when a long mane of red caught my eye across the bar. She was busy politely shooing away some hopefuls. When she turned forward, I got a sight of her bright green eyes and nearly groaned. I wanted to look into those eyes while I buried myself inside of her. Our eyes met for a split second. Before I could even give her a signal, she turned away from me as if I wasn’t much to look at. She must not have gotten a good look. Or maybe she needs a closer look. I excused myself from the two women flanking me and walked over to the other side of the bar where she was fending off some locals. The seats next to her were taken, so my only option was to slide in next to her and get the bartenders' attention. “Another one please, and whatever the lady is having.” I gestured to her almost empty glass. “I can buy my own drink, thank you.” She replied without sparing me a glance.

She’s good, but I’m better. This whole playing hard to get routine is cute, I'm actually enjoying it. “What is your name?” I asked while taking a sip of my drink. She turned and raised her eyebrow at me. If I thought she was beautiful before, I was mistaken. From up close I could clearly see how breathtaking she was. When she had turned, her body was exposed to my eyes and what a sight it was. Her luscious t**s were like homing beacons, pulling me in. “No names.” She replied with a mischievous smile. That I was not expecting. A fake name or more of the hard to get routine was what I had expected. What that smile was implying was much better. I leaned in close, with my lips barely brushing her ear. “What game are you playing at Cherry?” I whispered huskily. She gave a slight shiver but quickly composed herself and brought her lips to my ear. “No games.” She whispered seductively and bit my ear. I had to restrain myself from picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. This woman was bringing the cave man out of me.

It was getting harder and harder to play it cool. I pulled back and took a good look at her. Her big green eyes were looking up at me expectantly, waiting for my next move. “Come back to my place.” I surprised myself. I never take a woman back to my place, not one I don't expect to see again. It’s easier to go to their place and leave once we’re done. Then again, they usually invite me back to their place quickly. I can tell she wants to have the upper hand. With her lip caught between her teeth, she nodded and took her phone out. “I’ll need to let my friend know that I’m leaving.” Bringing up her phone, she snapped a picture and went back to typing.

I looked at her questioningly. “She’ll want to know who I left with and since we didn’t exchange names, that will have to do.” She explained and got up from the stool. Every time this woman moved, the view got better. I let her walk in front of me for a moment so I could enjoy the way her round ass swayed as she glided toward the exit. Catching up to her, I held her hand and led her outside to hail a cab. The entire way to the hotel, I felt off my game. I’m just staring at her while she looks out the window casually. Something tells me she’s more nervous than she’s letting on.