Unravel Read Free Page B

never seen him before. Dressed in dark, scruffy jeans, his golden tan was in stark contrast to the white polo that covered his semi-muscular chest. His face was boyish-cute, and his head was covered in dirty blonde curls.
     
    He smiled at me and gave me a casual wave as his fingers ran through his hair. Oh wow, he’s cute, I thought as I looked behind my shoulder, in case he was waving at someone else. He shook his head and pointed at me, smiling.
     
    The bar guy handed me the drinks as he took one last perv at my chest for his seedy entertainment.
     
    “You’re hot.” I turned around to discover “cute boy” standing next to me.
     
    I laughed, blushing in embarrassment. “And you’re a fast mover,” I replied, looking into his big, dark, brown eyes.
     
    He laughed, throwing his head in the air and then whispered in my ear, “I saw you come into the club with that crazy blonde—wow she’s outta control!”
     
    I smiled, “Yep, that’s my Jess.”
     
    His face dropped. “Oh shit. You’re not a lesbian are you?”
     
    I frowned. “No. But thanks for checking. That’s really classy of you—not.”
     
    He shrugged playfully.
     
    I looked over towards Jess; she was hooking up with some guy. God I hope that’s Nathan I thought. Otherwise we’re gonna have another in-depth Sunday session.
     
    “Do you want it?” I pointed to her drink.
     
    “Sure—thanks, I’ll have a sip of it, but I can’t have much since I’m driving.” He smiled, and then laughed at some crap he had thought up in his mind. “You haven’t spiked this have you? What if it makes me completely defenseless, and you jump my bones?”
     
    I sighed, shaking my head. “Nice try. What’s your name?”
     
    “Josh. And you are—?”
     
    I bit my lip considering my options. Give the fake name, give the fake name! my anxiety screamed. “Elle.”
     
    He looked into my eyes as he took a sip of the drink. “Damn, that’s a beautiful name.”
     
    I laughed, shaking my head again.
     
    “What?” he smiled, looking at me playfully.
     
    “It’s just funny, that’s all.”
     
    “What’s funny?”
     
    “Guys.”
     
    “Why?”
     
    “Just all the lines you pull out. Like, seriously? Are you kidding me? Just be real, you know, sincere . I’m too old for this sort of crap.”
     
    “Crap?” He laughed at me as his eyes studied my lips. “How old are you?”
     
    I smiled in amazement. “You realize that’s the worst thing you can ever ask a woman, don’t you?”
     
    “Oh,” he said looking at his feet.
     
    “If you must know, I’m twenty-five, well… almost twenty-six.”
     
    He flexed his biceps as he smiled, looking down at my ass. “Hot.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “It’s hot that you’re twenty-five.”
     
    I took a step back looking at him sideways. “Why?”
     
    He smirked. “Well, I’m a bit younger than you.” He leaned forward, whispering in my ear over the bass, “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two?”
     
    I laughed, “You boys are all the same! Hey, it was nice meeting you. See you around.”
     
    I patted him on the back as I excused myself, pushing through the hot and heavy gathering and back over to Jess, who was still in hook-up mode. “I’m gonna head home—will you be ok?” She nodded and waved goodbye without coming up for air.
     
    Walking out of the club, I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the fresh air. My ears were still ringing from the bass. I looked around the dimly lit, cobbled streets, which were now pretty much empty—not one taxi in sight. Home, I guesstimated, was around thirty minutes away on foot. Still warm and filled with courage from the alcohol, I thought walking wouldn’t be that bad, and the only thing that would kill me would most likely be my stilettos.
     
    Ten minutes later as I continued to walk home, the screaming sounds of what could have only come from a supercar roared up beside me as the darkened window slid down in one smooth