Drew couldn't take his gaze off her. Her curves, her long legs, her tan skin, her perfect face. He wasn't supposed to feel this way about her, not after the way she treated Adam. Or how she singlehandedly ruined his relationship with Alli. But she was just so hot. So Bianca.
Do you see me staring at ya?
All I wanna do is freakin' grab you!
Before he knew it, she was sauntering over, doing that signature Bianca strut. His heart rate sped up, as she leaned down to whisper something in his ear.
"Like what you see, Torres?"
He looked up at her, his face now flushed scarlet, then gulped and nodded. She seemed to smirk at him and then led him to the dance floor. Before he knew it, they were bumping and grinding to P-Diddy's lastest hit. Then holding each other to a slower, romantic song.
After a few hours, she led him to their former love nest, the boiler room. As soon as the door shut, her lips fastened themselves on his. Slowly but surely, he became comfortable in their makeout position.
Then, almost too soon, she broke the kiss.
"Drew," She crooned, "tell me something sexy."
"I bet you look good in your underwear?"
We can go anywhere
I bet you look good, good, good in your underwear.
Fin.
Dedicated to Maria.