Pulse (Contemporary new adult/college romance) (Club Grit Trilogy) Read Free Page A

perfectly whole strawberry, as red as her lip gloss, bubbled up to those same lips.
    “Ha. Ha. No. I wasn’t even gone that long,” I said as I sat back down, but all eyes were still on me. I knew my answer wasn’t satisfactory. They wanted the juicy details, and they wanted them now.
    “Honey, you never know!” she said with a laugh. Becca was the most sexually experienced of the group. Rumor has it a pledge that was assigned to do her laundry opened the wrong drawer once and saw her collection of expensive gold plated vibrators, but of course, that was just a rumor, right? I couldn’t imagine a girl like Becca needing sex toys, given the fact she had a new frat boy on her arm at every social and sometimes, one in the coat closet too.
    “Yeah, no success,” I said and I reached for another drink.
    Kim Lee pulled it away and her thin designer bangles clinked against the glass so hard I thought the glass might shatter and break, spilling the golden deliciousness all over her vintage Lilly dress she’d borrowed from her mom. “You don’t need another drink. What you need is to get that number off that bouncer. Don’t make me look like a fool for giving you this privilege. I want you to come back to this table with his digits or you don’t get to come back with us at all. You’ll have to find your own way home. If you want another pill for confidence, that I can offer. You can wash it down with the champagne if you want.”
    I looked at her to see if she was joking, but the look on her face was the kind she had when we got cucumber gel facials at the spa. It was stoic and it was no nonsense. She’d put her faith in me and I’d failed her, so the only option was that I’d have to make it right. I didn’t want to make her look like a fool in front of everyone else.
    She held out the bag of pills in her hand. I took another tab of ecstasy and washed it down with the champagne, and headed back downstairs. I knew the girls were watching me but as I became more relaxed and the pills took hold over my body, all I wanted to do was to fuck. To dance.
    However, as I looked over the dance floor, I didn’t see bouncer boy anywhere. I did see a guy dancing by himself and texting, so I walked over to him and started to grind on him while he texted. It wasn’t ideal but it was better than just looking like a stalker. Of course, the guy noticed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in to rub me against his cock which I could feel through his pants, and he pushed me over so he could text on the small of my back. It was perfect for finding my bouncer boy.
    Until he dropped me and my knees hit the floor.
    “Hey,” I said, but the guy was already making his way across the floor to the next girl. What a jackass! I tried to get back on my feet but it was hard in heels on a floor now slippery with sweat and spilled drinks, so I gave up after a while. I reached out but nobody was there to help me back up until one person reached out: the bouncer from before, the asshole that wouldn’t just give me his number. I took his hand and got back on my feet, but slipped again, so he took one of my arms and wrapped it around his firm shoulder to steady me. His shirt was wet with sweat but I didn’t care that my bare arms were taking in its saltiness. I got to be close to him and take in his masculine musk as he lead me to the curtained VIP section and sat me down.
    “Hey, you,” I said, but I knew my words were slurred. It didn’t really matter. “Are you going to finally give me your number?”
    “No, you’ve got to go. Home. Now. Where are those girls you came with?” he asked, looking around the club for them. His voice was filled with desperation and I knew that now, in his eyes, I wasn’t some sexy girl. I was like that girl he’d taken to the back alley to spill her guts. I was a fucking mess. My heart sunk. I’d failed my task and I was sure that there was no way that I was going to get this guy’s number, but I