and index finger.
“What’s this for?” I looked at Shelby and she smiled.
“First you lick the salt.” Shelby’s long, pink tongue scraped the salt off her hand and I copied her movements with my own.
“Heads back, girls,” the guy with the bottles instructed as he kept one thumb on the spout of the liquor bottles.
“Woo hoo!” Shelby yelled and wiggled in her chair.
“Let’s do this!” I screamed and relaxed my head against the cold marble. The guy moved down the line, pouring a shot full of liquor into each of our mouths. Cold liquid filled my mouth and I raised my head, swallowing it in one gulp. The feeling of fire shot down my esophagus and I yelled, “What the hell was that?”
“Lemon. Suck on your lemon.” Shelby shoved the slice of fruit in her mouth. I followed, sucking on the tart and sour lemon, trying to mask the horrible taste that filled my mouth.
“Otro! Otro!” a group of Hispanic guys started chanting and I shook my head.
“Hell no. If I take another one, I’ll probably vomit.” I turned away from the guy ready to fill my mouth again.
“Only one?” A cute guy with thick, brown hair that swept to the side stood in front of me. He studied me purposefully, allowing his eyes to travel from my head to my toes and I felt a slight tingle all over.
“Yes, just one.” I pulled on the hem of my dress, hoping I hadn’t flashed him.
“What’s your name?” He had a cute Texas twang and I couldn’t help but notice his tight shirt squeezing his biceps. Was he a football player? He seemed a little bit smaller than most of the guys on the team.
“Lexi.” I smiled and he smiled back. Maybe I needed to forget about guys that played sports. My stats weren’t looking too good in that area.
“Don’t tell me that was the first time you took a tequila shot.”
“That was tequila?” I looked over my shoulder, trying to catch a better glimpse of the liquor bottles in the guy’s hand.
“Damn, woman,” he laughed, lifting a huge glass mug to his lips. “Where did you say you were from?”
“I didn’t.” I hopped off the bar stool and started to walk around him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Brian. Brian Levinson.”
“Nice to meet you, Brian.” I shook his hand and noted the way his fingers caressed my skin. They were callused along the palm but warm and gentle at the same time.
“I think you did the right thing.”
I eyed him for a moment, trying to place his sincerity or lack thereof. “I did?”
“Yeah, if you’re not used to taking tequila shots, then you don’t want to do one shot after another.”
Giggling, I tucked my hair behind my ear. The alcohol was keeping my blood nice and warm and I liked how it soothed my nerves. Maybe being single wasn’t so bad after all. The taste of freedom had me begging for more. “Why? You think I’ll get drunk and pass out?”
“Lexi, let’s go.” Delaney grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away.
“I’ll be over there in a minute.” I pulled back, making her release my hand. Brian was damn cute and had one heck of a body. But he was nothing compared to Raven. I sighed internally, wishing I could get him out of my mind. She eyed me for a moment and when I didn’t budge, she walked off with Shelby and Amber.
“That or it could make your clothes fall off.” He winked and took another swig of his beer.
“What?” I was a little surprised by his comment. Although I wasn’t that experienced when it came to guys, I knew he was flirting with me. Hard. And, I liked it.
“Haven’t you heard that song… Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off ?”
I shook my head. “Um, no.”
He shrugged. “It’s an old country song.”
“Oh.” I made a mental note to look it up. “I don’t listen to country that often.”
He took another sip and said, “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Umm…” I looked around for Delaney, wishing I had gone with her. Recalling what
“What’s this for?” I looked at Shelby and she smiled.
“First you lick the salt.” Shelby’s long, pink tongue scraped the salt off her hand and I copied her movements with my own.
“Heads back, girls,” the guy with the bottles instructed as he kept one thumb on the spout of the liquor bottles.
“Woo hoo!” Shelby yelled and wiggled in her chair.
“Let’s do this!” I screamed and relaxed my head against the cold marble. The guy moved down the line, pouring a shot full of liquor into each of our mouths. Cold liquid filled my mouth and I raised my head, swallowing it in one gulp. The feeling of fire shot down my esophagus and I yelled, “What the hell was that?”
“Lemon. Suck on your lemon.” Shelby shoved the slice of fruit in her mouth. I followed, sucking on the tart and sour lemon, trying to mask the horrible taste that filled my mouth.
“Otro! Otro!” a group of Hispanic guys started chanting and I shook my head.
“Hell no. If I take another one, I’ll probably vomit.” I turned away from the guy ready to fill my mouth again.
“Only one?” A cute guy with thick, brown hair that swept to the side stood in front of me. He studied me purposefully, allowing his eyes to travel from my head to my toes and I felt a slight tingle all over.
“Yes, just one.” I pulled on the hem of my dress, hoping I hadn’t flashed him.
“What’s your name?” He had a cute Texas twang and I couldn’t help but notice his tight shirt squeezing his biceps. Was he a football player? He seemed a little bit smaller than most of the guys on the team.
“Lexi.” I smiled and he smiled back. Maybe I needed to forget about guys that played sports. My stats weren’t looking too good in that area.
“Don’t tell me that was the first time you took a tequila shot.”
“That was tequila?” I looked over my shoulder, trying to catch a better glimpse of the liquor bottles in the guy’s hand.
“Damn, woman,” he laughed, lifting a huge glass mug to his lips. “Where did you say you were from?”
“I didn’t.” I hopped off the bar stool and started to walk around him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Brian. Brian Levinson.”
“Nice to meet you, Brian.” I shook his hand and noted the way his fingers caressed my skin. They were callused along the palm but warm and gentle at the same time.
“I think you did the right thing.”
I eyed him for a moment, trying to place his sincerity or lack thereof. “I did?”
“Yeah, if you’re not used to taking tequila shots, then you don’t want to do one shot after another.”
Giggling, I tucked my hair behind my ear. The alcohol was keeping my blood nice and warm and I liked how it soothed my nerves. Maybe being single wasn’t so bad after all. The taste of freedom had me begging for more. “Why? You think I’ll get drunk and pass out?”
“Lexi, let’s go.” Delaney grabbed my hand and tried to pull me away.
“I’ll be over there in a minute.” I pulled back, making her release my hand. Brian was damn cute and had one heck of a body. But he was nothing compared to Raven. I sighed internally, wishing I could get him out of my mind. She eyed me for a moment and when I didn’t budge, she walked off with Shelby and Amber.
“That or it could make your clothes fall off.” He winked and took another swig of his beer.
“What?” I was a little surprised by his comment. Although I wasn’t that experienced when it came to guys, I knew he was flirting with me. Hard. And, I liked it.
“Haven’t you heard that song… Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off ?”
I shook my head. “Um, no.”
He shrugged. “It’s an old country song.”
“Oh.” I made a mental note to look it up. “I don’t listen to country that often.”
He took another sip and said, “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Umm…” I looked around for Delaney, wishing I had gone with her. Recalling what
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