“What’s so funny?” Stefani asked.
I inclined my head toward the band. “That guy’s blue-do would render enforcement speechless.”
Stefani’s eyes bulged. “Damn right.”
The next song they performed sported the lyrics “Screw the Law.” A wide smile spread across my face. It was exactly how I felt at the moment. After my second cup of punch, my body began to mellow out. I bopped my head to the beat.
“I’m thrilled I persuaded you to come with me,” Stefani purred.
“Yeah. This is fun.”
“I’ll have to remember that in the future. Get you toasted, then you’ll be more willing to defy the law.”
We both laughed, and I hit her playfully on her arm. A moment later, a male’s voice whispered in my ear. “You’re gorgeous. Wanna dance?”
I turned to face him—Stefani giggled. “Thanks for the compliment.” He raised his eyebrow up and down. He wore gothic attire and had more piercings than I could count. Ears, nose, mouth, tongue. Good looking—just didn’t seem my type. I didn’t want be appear high diddy, so maybe I would accept his invitation after another drink. My shyness wasn’t effaced from my system yet. The thought of dancing with a man made me jittery. I smiled coyly. “Maybe in a bit. Raincheck?”
“Um … sure. I’ll hold you to it.” He straightened his black jacket before walking away.
“You’ve got guys lined up already,” Stefani teased.
“Shut it. You’re getting several stares, too.”
“Well, I’ll definitely take a cutie up on an offer.”
She winked—I shook my head. Stefani was the brave, bold one. I’d always admired her spirit. Song after song thumped through the old house. This band sure knew how to give a performance. A fast beat started. Stefani threw her arms up, waving them in the air.
“I love this song! You have to dance with me, Cali.” She dragged me to the dance floor before I could protest. I did love music, even dancing—I was just bashful about dancing with guys.
The area was crowded, so this must have been a popular song. Being my first party since middle school, it was new to me. The melody had a slamming vibe, easy to groove to. Stefani’s shoulder-length caramel hair swayed to the beat. Her grin was contagious. I swung my hips with the grooving bass, and the liquor I consumed heated my veins. The atmosphere was warmer than when I’d arrived.
A very attractive man with smooth, toffee-colored skin strolled up behind Stefani. She giggled, and then plastered her butt against his front. He was hawt! They both moved in a choreographic rhythm. I continued to sway my hips, in my own element, until I felt a radiant heat sizzle up my body. The force of this sensation was coming from the wall. I whipped my head to the side, and my breathing ceased. Damn, this party was full of taunt delectable men! The guy leaning against the wall was even more gorgeous than the dude dancing with Stefani. The definition of pure hotness. His hungry gaze seemed to eat me up. Unashamed, I also wanted to be his dessert. His stare was so penetrating, I couldn’t look away. His arms were crossed against his chest and his mouth parted. Time seemed to stand still, as we were both absorbed in each other’s gaze. In my alcoholic state, I would gladly dance with him if he stepped up to me—kinda hoped he would. I settled for imagining that he was behind me. In a lustful trance, I moved my hips in slow motion—our eyes stayed locked. Hotness must have approved. He grinned wide, and I was undone. His smile made him even more attractive. Definitely the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.
A ferrous bang vibrated in the room. The commotion broke our “undressing one another’s lustful stare” down. Screams drummed through the air.
“The Popo are here. Everyone scatter!” a dude hollered.