Chapter 7

Her face broke into a wide smile when she noticed the joint. “You had better pass that dubage this way, sexy,” she said playfully after setting the drinks down and sliding into the booth next to me until our hips sensually pressed together. One of her hands moved to my inner thigh as I held the joint up to her lips and watched her take a long drag.

She leaned in and kissed me hard, her tongue caressing mine passionately. She then exhaled the smoke into my mouth before breaking our hot embrace. “God, you UNLV girls sure like strong weed,” she said as the very potent cannabis was noticeably hitting her.

“Jesse got it from one of his, ummm... her friends,” I said softly. Jesse’s gender identity was still something I was having a hard time mentally processing.

Rose’s eyes moved to our left and she began to speak. “Speaking of the little minx...”

I turned my head and watched Atticus and Jesse approach our booth. He was still holding her possessively close, and I noticed that her face had a slight hue of crimson and she looked noticeably flushed. I also observed that her knees were red and the hair on her wig looked slightly disheveled, and, even though it was barely noticeable, her red lipstick was just a little smeared.

What the hell had they been doing?

The couple slipped into the booth across from us and Jesse gave me a demure, culpable grin.

“So, Atticus, where did you wander off to?” Rose said, giving him a slight smile.

“She needed to use the restroom, and, being the gentleman that I am, naturally I escorted her,” he said with a sly, playful grin.

I looked over at Jesse and noticed that she had some type of clear whitish liquid on the corner of her mouth. I very nonchalantly made eye contact with her and then subtly rubbed the corner of my own mouth. Her eyes widened in a faint look of shock as she cleaned what I knew had to be the remains of semen from the corner of her lips.

Little slut. Obviously, a lot more happened in that bathroom than they were letting on.

“By the way, Atticus, this is Sara,” Rose said.

God, he had haunting grey-blue eyes that were truly mesmerizing. If anyone deserved the title of pretty-boy, it was definitely him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Atticus,” I said shyly. “And Rose, this is Jesse.”

Rose gave Jesse a warm, friendly smile and said, “I don’t wear makeup very often, honey, but the next time I do you’re going to have to give me some tips.”

“You’re sitting next to the best makeup artist in the world,” Jesse said demurely.

I felt Rose’s hand slide upwards and her fingers deftly rubbed the front of my silk thong, causing me to gasp.

“Jesse, I have a feeling Sara has talents that she’s not even aware of yet,” Rose said seductively.

“I don’t mean to break up this girly-girl love fest, but do you think you could pass that joint this way?” Atticus said, interrupting us.