I licked my lips and his attention drifted down to them. Did I know what I was doing? Yeah. Was it wrong? On many levels. Did I care? Nope. I was pissed at the men in my life and wanted to get them out of my system. Demetri was beyond hot. It wasn’t a hardship being around him.

A waitress toting a tray full of jell-o shots offered them to us. Demetri held up four fingers and paid her then held one out to me. I downed it and immediately reached out for the next one. It wasn’t like he was planning on having any. I wondered, as I slammed the next one, if he was to drink my blood right now if he’d become intoxicated from all the alcohol swimming in my body.

“These are fucking fantastic!” I announced loudly, a few people close by nodding their heads in agreement with drunken grins on their faces just like me. I offered him my empty one and motioned for the last two despite the fact that the room was swaying perilously and Demetri now possessed four hands. “Keep ‘em coming.” He shook his head, that beautiful smile lighting his face.

“Bella, you can’t even stand on your own. I do not think you need anything else.”

I wiped my mouth after finishing the last shooter, my eyes scorching over his mouthwatering form. He’d changed for our evening out on the town. No stuffy suit for him, even though he’d looked freaking fantastic in it. Nope, it was black leather pants that made looking above the belt a difficult task no matter which way he was coming. He’d caught me ogling him several times, but what could he say? He’d been enjoying his view of me all night too.

“That’s not true,” I finally replied a little breathlessly after taking a few seconds to remember what he’d said to me.

He led me off the floor and instead of sitting in the chair he pulled out for me, I sat on his lap, his brows rose in surprise, his mouth hanging open as I drunkenly flirted with him. No, I was past flirting. We’d spent the last few hours flirting. I was blatantly throwing myself at him now.