Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [71]
When Damon drained his glass, he moved closer to her, resting his palm full across her stomach, his thumb barely grazing the underside of her breast—and making her yearn for more. She’d grown pleasantly intoxicated throughout the night, and now she was getting pleasantly drunk on this place—the bold colors, the lush fabrics, the flirtatious people all around them.
“I want you,” she whispered.
He leaned his forehead over to touch hers, his look deliberate and pointed. “You’re gonna have me.”
Just then, Brenna caught a glimpse of a sexy leopard-print dress drifting past the edge of their bed—but then it stopped. Both she and Damon looked up.
“Damon Andros,” the girl in the dress said with a smile.
Hell. Yet another female fan. And this one was even more beautiful than most—her long, straight hair a stunning coppery color, her olive complexion flawless, her lips pouty and moist, the curves of her pert breasts peeking from inside the dress’s halter top.
“Jenelle,” Damon said, sitting up to greet her with a smile more sincere than when other women had approached him. “How the hell are you?”
The striking girl leaned her head back and gave a playful eye roll that—to Brenna’s surprise—made her instantly warm to her. That quickly, she seemed more likable and less affected than most of the women in Damon’s “fan club.”
“I’m okay,” she said, but she didn’t sound okay. “Broke up with Danny.”
Damon tilted his head, his look slightly scolding. “I warned you about him.”
“Yeah, and I should have listened. Rat bastard cheated on me. With Darla.”
“Shit,” Damon said, sounding truly shocked.
At which point Jenelle shifted her focus to Brenna. “Darla’s my best friend,” she informed her as if they were pals. “Well, my ex–best friend.” Then she held out her hand across the bed. “I’m Jenelle.”
“Brenna,” she introduced herself, briefly taking the girl’s soft hand. “And…sorry about your boyfriend.”
Jenelle tossed her head in the other direction, clearly trying to play it off as no big deal, though it clearly was. “He didn’t deserve me,” she said, trying for a smile. “Which Damon told me the last time I saw him, like six months ago, but did I listen? No. Though you know how it is with some guys—how they’re just so hot and they just get under your skin somehow and make you crazy?”
Brenna didn’t used to know about that—but as of this week, yeah, she did. So she cast a smile that said she could relate. “Yeah, I do.”
“Brenna’s ex-husband was the same kind of rat bastard,” Damon said to Jenelle, then turned to Brenna. “I hope you don’t mind me sharing that.”
She shook her head. “Not at all.” Wayne was such old news—yet she liked that Damon understood how awful cheating was, and she knew Jenelle agreed.
“Your husband cheated on you?” Jenelle’s face twisted into an expression of true revulsion, as if she’d never heard such a terrible thing.
Brenna nodded, then summed it up simply. “He was an ass.”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Jenelle leaned closer. “My God—you poor girl. I mean, it was horrible enough with Danny, but I can’t imagine how awful it would be with someone you’re married to.”
Brenna sighed. “Well, it definitely sucked. But the good news is—he’s history.”
“And now you’re hanging out at Rendezvous with yummy Damon.” Jenelle grinned.
“Indeed I am,” Brenna replied, and at the moment she couldn’t be sorry Wayne had driven her to end her marriage—given that Damon was an indisputable upgrade. She reached out to gently squeeze his knee through his blue jeans, and he covered her hand with his larger one.
“So you’re out and about enjoying the single life again, huh?” Damon asked Jenelle.
Like before, the gorgeous girl sighed but attempted to play if off lightly, smiling as she spoke. “Trying to get back on the horse is more like it. But I kind of messed up.” She scrunched her nose. “I came out alone tonight, thinking I’d see people I knew, or maybe