Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy Book 2)(4)By: Sam Crescent
“Yeah, your virgin self will never have to deal with two-stroke boys. The kind that don’t know what they’re doing. Have you used the vibrator we’ve gotten you?” Betty asked.
“I’m not talking about this with you. Not now, not ever.” Her cheeks heated as her friends stared at her.
“You want to press it against your clit, and relax, Harp. You’re too uptight.” Lara was trying not to laugh as she talked.
“You’re doing this on purpose. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“The key is to have fun. If you see a guy wanting you, let him take you.” This came from Betty.
“I’m not screwing some random guy.”
Before Betty and Lara could say anything, the elevator doors pinged open.
“Try not to look guilty about having a fake ID,” Betty said, whispering against her ear.
“Fine. Fine.” Harper didn’t know how to not look guilty. She was breaking the law, but her two friends wouldn’t be without her tonight.
They could have gone to a nice restaurant, or done something else, but still, they wanted to go out and party. The guard at the door watched Betty with hunger in his eyes.
“You’ve scored there,” Harper said.
Rolling her eyes, Harper followed her friends.
“Hello, ladies,” the bouncer said.
“Hey, handsome. We’re looking for some fun tonight, and heard this was a good place,” Betty said, stepping forward.
Yep, Harper was going to end up going home alone tonight. Why she even tried was beyond her. She hoped she wouldn’t have to listen to Betty and Lara getting it on seeing as they lived in the same apartment.
Minutes passed, and finally the doors were opened toward the nightclub.
“Save me a dance,” he said.
Harper didn’t even need her ID. The loud music caused her to frown.
“You’ll get used to everything,” Lara said.
“I need a drink.”
Harper, once again, didn’t say anything. What was the point? No one would listen. Following her friends to the bar, she stood at the counter as her friends ordered a drink. Within seconds they were being asked to dance. A guy asked her, and she shook her head. The last thing she was interested in was getting groped.
“Come on, Harp, dance,” Lara said.
“Nope. I’ll babysit the drinks.” She hopped onto a stool, and waved them off. Resting her head in her hand, she watched as Lara and Betty gave in to the mad crowd. It had to have been less than five minutes they were inside the nightclub.
“Here you go, miss,” the barman said.
Guarding three drinks, she took a sip of her own, some kind of fruity thing, and struggled as the drink burned her throat.
“Not much of a drinker?”
Harper turned to see a guy sitting a couple of seats away. He was around her age, maybe a little older.
“No. What gave it away?”
He got up and took a step toward her. “Many things. The way you stared at all the drinks, the tentative sip, and the look of horror on your face. Damian Denton.” He held his hand out.
“Denton? Isn’t that the name of this place?”
“Usually women offer their names.”
“Oh, Harper Mavis.” She shook his hand, noticing how firmly he held hers. “So, Denton?”
“I’m the son.”
“The only one?”
Damian burst out laughing. “Nope. Not even close. I have five brothers, and a sister. Not to mention cousins.”
“Wow, big family.”
She took another sip of her drink, not knowing what else to say. “I don’t do this.”
“Talk. To strangers.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“How old are you?” Harper asked.
“This is a really interesting conversation.”
“You do know that is strange.”
“I’m twenty-three years old.”
Licking her lips, she nodded. He was close to her in age. “Your family owns this?”
“Among other things.”
“Why do I feel like you’re laughing at me?” she asked.
“I’m not laughing. I find this entirely refreshing.”