Page 19 of Kayla's List
I can’t even get mad at Shelby’s use of the nickname that sheknowsI hate to be called because the fury I feel. I see Kayla looking good enough to eat with a new hairstyle and an outfit that shows off her thick thighs, and she’s being kissed by another son of a bitch!
“Who the fuck is that?!”
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KAYLA
“Whoa,there. I think you’ve made good on your word, sir.” I pull back from a passionate kiss when I feel the man’s tongue seeking entrance against my lips. He still has one hand gripped against my waist while the other is on the back of my head.ShyBobby just kissed the hell outta me!
I was expecting a little peck, but all that pent up passion was a shocker. My hands are still against his chest as we stare at each other.
Bobby’s eyes are slightly glazed, and he gives me a big shit-eating grin before nodding. “Wow! Thanks… uh… Right. Umm, sorry uh…” Unlike his kiss, his words aren’t smooth at all, and nervousness is written all over his cute face.
“Kayla,” I supply with a flush.
#12. Kiss a stranger.
I mentally cross another item off my list. That was one of Shelby’s contributions. I roll my eyes to myself and smile. I never thought I would cross that one off.
When Bobby approached me at the bar, I had no idea what he wanted. In fact, I thought he was trying to get a drink so I moved out of his way. But when he introduced himself and then asked me to help him save face in front of his friends, I was completely confused. When he explained that he wanted a kiss. I was a little shocked but this is Vegas. Crazy things tend to happen here all the time, so instead of balking at the idea, I silently asked myself,why the hell not?!
“Right, Kayla. Uh… thanks! I swear I’m not a lunatic, but I talked a big game in front of the fellas. We’re here for my friend’s bachelor party.” He motions his head behind him to a group of grinning guys.
I peek around Bobby’s shoulder and give a small wave and a smile to the group before giving him my attention again. Bobby isn’t a bad looking guy at all. Smooth tan skin, dark brown eyes, a nice smile with straight white teeth.I could do worse.
“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.” I smile as I untangle myself from Bobby’s intimate hold.
Bobby blushes as he takes a step back. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure.” I continue to smile at him.
Before Bobby asked for his kiss, Emani and I were at the bar, and Shelby had ventured off to find her cousin, Monique. I was waiting to order my first drink of the night and taking in the atmosphere of the swanky club because I was doing my best to get into the party mood. I decided to get a little liquid courage to cross off a few things on my “before thirty” list. I don’t want to become an alcoholic just to get through my list, but I’m finding it a lot easier to have a drink or three to help me relax.
Turns out, I didn’t need a drink to cross anything off, but after a kiss like that, I definitely need something to quench my thirst.
As Bobby and I wait for the bartender to notice us, I run my fingers through my hair and fidget. I haven’t gotten used to my new hairstyle just yet. It looks like me, butnot. I trusted Shelby’s advice, and instead of getting a full sew-in, I decided to add a few pieces to make my hair look longer and fuller than it is.
I even decided to get it dyed, but not all over. I’m still not ready for that much change. However, the honey-blonde ombre fits what I want to exude, confidence, and sensuality. Maybe if I fake it, I can actually become those things.
Although the girls tried to get me in another skin tight body contouring dress, I put my foot down. I opted for a cute black romper with bell sleeves and a low v-neck. Although the shorts weren’t extremely short, they still were smaller than what I’m used to wearing. If I bent over, my cheeks would definitely play peek-a-boo. However, my “drop it like it’s hot” skills are lacking, so I’ll be standing upright doing my little two-step.
“It was nice meeting you, Kayla. Maybe, you and your friend would like to come to our table and I can get to know you better.” Bobby is still smiling widely, and I feel compelled to take him up on his offer.
“Hey, Kayla. Fancy seeing you here.” I’ve only heard that voice a few times, but it’s one I won’t forget.
Chills break out all over my body when I feel his breath so close to my ear. I can’t believe, out of all places, Anderson McNair is here in Vegas. I turn away from Bobby quickly. I don’t know why I suddenly feel guilty because Anderson and I have only met once and I just got out of a relationship. I don’t owe anybody anything.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him with surprise coloring my tone.
Our eyes meet, and I can see the fire dancing deep in his blue eyes. I’ve never seen eyes change color from crystal clear to dark and stormy before. It’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed.
“I didn’t realize you were going to be in Vegas with…” Anderson’s words trail off, and I notice he’s looking at Bobby. He alsodidn’tanswer my question.
“I’m here with my friends,” I say, putting my hands on my hips. Even if I were here with another man, it’s none of Anderson’s business.
“Hmmm… It looks like you’re here with another man to me.” Anderson crowds my space until my back is pressed against the bar and his arms are placed on either side of me.
His long arms have me caged in, but instead of being scared or even mad, I’m curious. Anderson didn’t give off the pushy asshole vibe. He seemed like a nice guy in our limited interactions. This is a side of him that I wasn’t expecting.