*Paul's POV*
After my failed attempt at getting Caitlin to have a drink with me, I decided to meet up with Kevin and Shawn at the nightclub around the corner.
They were already sitting at a table by the time I got there. I got a beer from the bar and sat down with them. "So, what's going on guys?"
Neither of them answered me. They were both staring at the dance floor. I followed their gaze and saw Caitlin dancing with Jeff. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her dress.
It was a Latin style dress with a split up the front of one leg to the top of her thigh. It also showed a lot of cleavage, and no man in the place was complaining.
I watched her dancing with Jeff. They were moving like naturals and it was a very dirty dance. Caitlin would sway her hips into Jeff with him grabbing her waist tight. At one point they were so close together I wondered how they could exhale.
The song finished and Caitlin kept dancing while Jeff got more drinks. I knew this was chance to make a move.
*Caitlin's POV*
I was too busy dancing to notice Paul. Hell, when I dance I rarely notice anyone. It wasn't until he put his hand on my back that I knew he was in the club.
"Want to dance?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He responded by putting his large hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. As we moved to the rhythm our faces were inches apart and it felt good. It was very sexual and I knew I wasn't the only one turned on by it.
When the song finished Paul leaned in and whispered, "fancy going somewhere more private?"
This jolted me back to reality. I knew I didn't want to end up another notch on his bedpost. Besides, if he really liked me surely he would be willing to wait.
"I don't think so," I replied, taking my arms off his neck.
"Why the hell not?" He looked offended and pissed off.
"Listen mister," I began, poking my finger in his chest. "I don't know what you think about me, but I'm not some slut you can pick up and throw away."
*Paul's POV*
I was stunned and hurt by what she'd said, so I did the only thing I could: hurt her back.
"You'd never know from what you're wearing. You just look like a cheap hooker."
Her face dropped and for a second I thought she was going to cry. Instead she put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me so my face was an inch away from hers.
"You bastard," she hissed. "You are so lucky I don't want a scene. I am not a tart, I'm not interested and I'm too good for you. So fuck off!!"
I was stunned, but my stupid pride wouldn't let me apologise. Instead I decided to go for the cocky approach.
"Fine babe," I replied, rubbing my lips against hers lightly. "But I'll be seeing you again real soon."
And with that, I left her on the dance floor. It took all my energy to keep from running back and begging her to forgive me.
*Caitlin's POV*
I was so angry that when Jeff came back I made him take me back to his hotel room. When we were safely in his room I took some calming breaths and told him everything.
"God, what an asshole. You did the right thing."
I sighed as I lay back, my head resting on Jeff's stomach. "No I never. I wasn't angry at him, I was angry because I wanted to say yes." I could see the shock on Jeff's face. "What? I like him, I've always had a crush on him."
"So why didn't you say yes then?"
"Because you told me not to!!" I yelled. "Because I don't want to be a 'love em and leave em' girl."
"Oh," Jeff was suddenly very quiet. "Look, I'm real tired. Can we just go to bed now and talk about this tomorrow?"
I wriggled under the covers beside him and put my head on his chest. We said goodnight and he turned out the light. I sat for a while, thinking about this change in mood. Soon I was fast asleep and snoring softly.