Chapter 6

At first, I was shocked that a girl would ask me to dance. Then I remembered where I was. “She’s not my girlfriend, we’re just friends,” I said, answering her. “But yes, I’ll dance with you.”

This was truly an evening of firsts. I had never really thought about women in a sexual way, at least not on a conscious level. However, after transforming Jesse and being in this type of club where same-sex partnering seemed to be the rule, not the exception, I just decided to throw caution to the wind and go with it.

When I stood up, she introduced herself as Rose and I realized how tall she was. She was a few inches taller in sneakers than I was in four-inch heels. She amorously took my hand and led me to the crowded dance floor. I looked over my shoulder and the beautifully handsome young man had already slid into the booth next to Jesse and begun chatting him up.

The pounding beat of the hypnotic house music was thundering out of the club’s speakers when we reached the dance floor. We had just started moving to the rhythm of the music when Rose pulled me to her and began seductively grinding herself against my thigh and ass. Her moves were so raw and seductive I was finding it difficult to not be drawn in by her. Her dress, mannerisms, and movements all said male, yet she was somehow unmistakably female. It was a difficult contradiction to square in my mind.

When the music stopped she pulled me in and kissed me in a hard, passionate, and somehow possessive way as her lips roughly seized mine and her tongue aggressively played inside my mouth. I wasn’t sure how to react, but I was certain that I had never been kissed that way by any man I had ever been with.

“C’mon, beautiful, I’m buying you a drink,” she said as she took my hand and pulled me to the bar.

While she ordered shots of tequila I looked over at our booth to check on Jesse and my mouth dropped open. Christ, he was making out with the pretty-boy hipster guy! I sat on the bar stool and watched in stunned silence, not knowing how to react to what I was witnessing. I had never seen Jesse talk to anyone besides me, much less engage someone in such an open, erotic embrace literally minutes after meeting them.

I felt Rose’s hand glide from the small of my back down to my ass right before she handed me a shot glass. Her unexpected touch sent shivers through my body. I’d had no idea the physical contact of another woman would ever give me such a cloying sensation.

“Here’s to you, beautiful,” she said as we touched the tiny glasses together and then simultaneously downed the tequila shot. Seconds later, I watched as Rose’s eyes traveled from me over to the booth.

“Something must be wrong with my Gaydar. I’ve never seen Atticus attracted to a woman before,” she said with a visibly shocked expression etched on her face.