Chapter 4: Surprise, bitch!
There were a lot of perks to being part owner of a night club. One of them was having a reserved corner booth every night, without fail.
Oliver was sitting in said corner booth by himself while he watched his friend tear it up on the dance floor. Tommy, as usual, was grinding up on a gorgeous woman in a tight blue dress with long, wavy brown hair and sultry brown eyes. She'd initially introduced herself as Caitlin, but the thumping music had drowned out a last name.
While Tommy was putting the moves on his conquest for the night, Oliver had yet to find anyone who caught his attention. It wasn't for lack of trying, though; plenty of women had sauntered past the table very slowly, hoping to get an invite to sit next to him. But none of them stood out.
A few minutes later, Tommy and the girl he was dancing with collapsed into the booth next to him. "Yo, Ollie!" Tommy yelled over the bass with his infectious grin. "Why aren't you out there?"
Oliver shrugged in response. "Not feeling it, I guess."
Caitlin, who was on Tommy's other side, was busy texting on her phone. "Hey, would you mind if my friend Lissy joined us?"
"Who?" Oliver shouted.
"Lissy! I dragged her out with me tonight and she's just hanging by the bar swatting away all the creepers."
"Sure!" Tommy yelled. "The more the merrier!"
Five minutes later, a blonde woman emerged from the gyrating crowd and approached the table. For the first time all night, Oliver took a second look.
She was gorgeous. There wasn't any other word for it. She had long, curled blonde hair that dangled near her waist and blue eyes so bright that he could see them even in the dark haze of the club. And she was wearing a strapless red dress that hugged every single one of her incredible curves, showing off a rear end that had its own gravitational pull, considering every single male gaze in close proximity was trained on it.
"Lissy!" Caitlin shouted. She gestured wildly for her to join them in the booth and the woman sauntered over in her gold heels.
"I've been looking for you," Lissy yelled over the music. "You promised you wouldn't abandon me if we went out tonight!"
"Sorry." But Caitlin grinned like she was anything but. "Guys, this is my friend Lissy."
Tommy shook her hand as he introduced himself. Oliver went for his turn, and she smirked at him. The look in her eyes sent goosebumps spreading all over his skin. It was like her deep blue irises could see straight through him.
"I'm Oliver Queen."
"I know."
Hand to God, he felt his heart stop in his chest.
Lissy and Caitlin chattered to themselves, too low for either Tommy or Oliver to hear. A few seconds later, their conversation seemed to have ended because Caitlin grabbed Tommy's hand once again and dragged him out to the dance floor. It left Oliver alone in the booth with Lissy, which was exactly where he wanted to be.
"So," he began as he scooted closer to her. "No offense or anything, but you don't look like the kind of girl who frequents clubs like this."
She laughed and Oliver was mesmerized by how her smile lit up her already gorgeous face. "Very astute, Mr. Queen."
"Please, just call me Oliver! Mr. Queen's my dad."
She smiled right at him. "OK. Oliver."
He felt a shiver run down his spine at the way her voice caressed his name. It was like experiencing true art for the first time, the way it was meant to be experienced. Like he'd never known his name before it slipped from her gorgeous lips.
He imagined her saying it under different circumstances. He imagined her sighing it as he ran his tongue down the graceful column of her neck, over her collarbones and down her chest. He imagined drawing it from her lips in sighs and groans, like a prayer as he worshipped her body with his.
He'd never wanted anything more in his life.
"So," he cleared his throat, leaning in a little closer. "What brings you out here tonight?"
She gestured to the dance floor, where Caitlin was swaying to the beat of the thumping music, her back pressed firmly against Tommy's as they moved together. "Caitlin dragged me out. She said I needed to let loose after a particularly stressful work week."
"Oh yeah? And how's the letting loose part going for you?"
"Not well, I'm afraid."
Oliver nodded, like he was deep in thought. "Well, I happen to be the master of letting loose."
Lissy smirked and God how he wanted to kiss that expression right off her lips. "So I've heard."
He smiled, then turned to the closest waitress and waved his hand to catch her attention. "Two gin and tonics, please." Then he turned back to the beautiful woman sitting beside him. "The first rule of letting loose: alcohol. And lots of it."
The waitress returned with the drinks in record time. Oliver handed one of the drinks to Lissy and they clinked their glasses together. "To letting loose," he said.
"To letting loose," she murmured. Then she lifted the tumbler to her lips and he couldn't help but watch, mesmerized as her painted lips wrapped around the edge and sipped on the liquid. He'd never found anything so sexy in his entire life.
She drained half of her glass, then set it back on the table. "So, Oliver. Tell me — what else are you a master at?"
The smoky tone of her voice made him gulp. Damn, he thought. It had been years since he was tongue-tied around a woman, and even when he was stupid teenager he'd never been nearly this affected. This Lissy woman was getting to him. Hard.
"Quite a few things," he murmured. Their faces were inches apart, her eyes boring into his like drills straight into his soul. "Would you like me to show you?"
Her lips split into an almost predatory grin. "Show me on the dance floor."
He didn't need to be told twice. He got to his feet and held his hand out to her, and he led her out on the dance floor until they were in the middle of it. It was where all the bright, moving lights and the thumping bass converged, so the shadows of every movement looked even more dramatic and they could feel the music vibrating in their bones.
Without another word, he pulled Lissy's body up against his. She threw her arms over his shoulders and locked his gaze with hers as she swayed against his body. Then her hands wandered up his neck and into his hair and he sucked in a sharp breath as her nails gently scraped against his scalp.
His arms found their way around her waist, his hand splayed across the small of her back. She obliged his move by grinding her hips, in time with the music. She smiled before catching her thick bottom lip with her teeth.
They danced like this for what felt like hours. Every move she made drove Oliver insane with need until he couldn't take being clothed in her presence for another second.
Her back was pressed to his chest, so he leaned forward, pulling her hair from her ear. "Hey," he whispered. "How do you feel about getting out of here?"
She shot him a heartbreaker of a grin over her shoulder. "That sounds amazing."
And that was all he needed to hear. He grabbed her hand and together they pushed their way off the dance floor. A nod at the doorman told them to get the town car ready, and the minute they were outside, the black, nondescript SUV sat on the street waiting for them.
"Ladies first," he smiled as the driver got out and opened the door for them both. Lissy slid into the interior and Oliver admired how her ass looked as she bent over to climb into the vehicle.
He sent Tommy a quick text to let him know that he'd left the club and was heading back to his apartment. Then the minute he put his phone away, he turned to the beautiful woman beside him, but she beat him to the punch. In an instant, her hand was on his face and she pressed her lips hard against his.
The kiss was a needy one. It was all tongue and teeth, desire pulsing between them. Lissy's hands started wandering, first down his face, down his neck and down his chest until they came to a rest over his tight pants. He groaned loudly as she squeezed his bulge over his jeans.
"Looks like someone's packing," she smirked against his mouth.
God, she felt incredible. Her hands were all over his body, but he in no way was keeping his own hands to himself. Without thinking, he pulled her forward until she was straddling him, the junction of her legs hovering right over him.
"You are incredible," he whispered as he stared up at her in awe. She just grinned back at him and moved her mouth against his once more.
Finally — finally — the car stopped outside his apartment building. Oliver didn't bother to wait for the driver to get the door. He was far too impatient for that. In an instant he was out and so was Lissy, her hand in his as he raced into the building.
Once they got into the elevator, his mouth had once again found hers. He had her pressed up against the wall and the breathless moans she made had him seriously considering pulling the emergency stop so he could take her right then and there. But eventually the bell rang, signalling they made it to his floor and together they stumbled out.
Lissy was giggling once they reached his apartment door. As he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, she grabbed the lapel of his sports jacket and forced him to face her.
This kiss was different. It was slower this time. She took her time, moving her plump, swollen lips over his, running her tongue along his bottom lip, then over the roof of his mouth. It practically made his knees buckle.
When she finally pulled away, she gave him a soft smile. "Thanks for the ride."
And before he had the chance to decipher her strange words, she turned and walked down the hall until she reached the door right next to his. His next-door neighbor's apartment.
Felicity's apartment.
Then she pulled out a set of keys and unlocked it. And with one last wink in his direction, she disappeared through the door and slammed it shut behind her.