He narrows his eyes momentarily but nods. “Good. She’s a bitch.” Then, he jabs me in the chest with his index finger. “And you deserve better.”
Fuck, he’s not wrong.
Sighing to myself, I scan the room again, my heart holding onto this foolish hope that I might catch a glimpse of those red waves.
But it's like searching for a needle in a haystack, and I know it.
The city is too big—and besides, our tryst happened in Superior, Wisconsin. Not Duluth, Minnesota.
While the distance isn’t profound—there’s only a short bridge ride separating us—the distinction could be enough to ensure I never see her again.
Especially since the majority of my life happens in Duluth. It’s part of the reason I went for it—that night with a stranger to get Jillian fully, and completely off my damn mind.
Well, it worked.
My stupid brain wanders back to Friday night at Nocté, and I’m flooded with memories of my mystery woman. She was different—adventurous in a way that I’ve never encountered before.
And sexy as hell …
I’ve been with plenty of women, but for the most part, they’ve all been the same. Attractive, confident, anddemanding.
Despite their preening and high maintenance—of course, I need to get my nails done again—bullshit, I never really gave much thought to the fact that there were other types of women out there.
Women like her …
She was so different from the women I’ve been choosing for myself. Shorter, definitely curvier …
I guess that was the point, too.
But the way she looked at me … Her green eyes were filled with mischief and promise, and it made something inside me ignite.
I became a different person with her.
Someone confident, vulnerable, but ready.So ready.
She was flirty, provocative, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
My neck heats as I think about all the positions—the commands she’d let slip past those gorgeous lips.
Again, I shift in my seat, but this time, to give my crotch more room.
And she wasn’t afraid to let me explore, either. We pushed each other's boundaries, and it was …exhilarating.
I’ve never been with someone who was souninhibited.
But it wasn’t even that—it was the way she gave me everything. It was almost as if she knew the perfect places to touch, to kiss, to flick that tongue of hers … The way to edge me out and leave me desperately wanting more.
My pleasure was hers and vice versa.
Hands down, it was the hottest night of my life.
Now, all I can think about is whether or not I should go back to Nocté. Not for another fleeting one-night stand, but to findher. To get her name or her number—something,anything, more concrete than just a memory.
It makes me wonder if this is why the rules for Nocté’s Upper Tier exist. Someone, somewhere, knows that for people like us—like me—it’s hard to detangle the heart from physical pleasure. But sometimes, one night is all you need.
One night that will never be more.
I take another sip of my beer, trying to drown out the thoughts. But they’re persistent, nagging at the back of my mind.