Free More Than Friends by Erin Dutton Page B

without waiting for a response, she pulled Melanie behind her as she wove through the crowd.
    “Hey, Jenn. You remember Melanie.”
    “Yeah, right. How are you?”
    “I’m good.”
    “Have you been here long?” she asked. Judging from the glassy, unfocused look in Jennifer’s eyes, she was quite a few drinks ahead of them.
    Jennifer slung her arm around Evelyn’s shoulder. “Not too long. But I’ve been waiting for you.” Jennifer poked her shoulder a little too hard. She caught Melanie’s amused, questioning look and shrugged.
    “Where’s your new girl? I want to meet her.”
    “She’s not coming.” Jennifer waved a hand in a sweeping gesture. “Apparently she didn’t think we were exclusive yet, and she has a date tonight.”
    “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. But if you want to be exclusive you could just tell—”
    “Come dance with me.” Jennifer grabbed her hand and pulled her into the gyrating throng.
    As soon as they reached the dance floor, Jennifer pressed close to her, rolling her hips against Evelyn’s. Evelyn backed up, but she bumped into someone behind her. She turned far enough to make eye contact and offer an apologetic wave. Jennifer molded to her and wound her arms around her neck.
    “Jenn, what are you doing?” She had to lean close to Jennifer’s ear in order to be heard over the music.
    “Just dancing, baby.” Jennifer pressed her lips to the side of her neck. When Jennifer touched her tongue to the sensitive area below her ear, a swift surge of heat flushed her body.
    She protested weakly. “Sure feels like more than dancing.”
    “Feels good, hmm?”
    It really did. Her recent dry spell, coupled with Jennifer’s blatant sex appeal, had her libido primed and firing. But when Jennifer slid her hands down the front of Evelyn’s shirt, she caught her wrists before she reached her breasts. Under her fingers, Jennifer’s pulse beat as rapidly as Evelyn’s. If she was interested in casual sex tonight, this would be the perfect scenario. Her history with Jennifer would eliminate any potential misunderstandings about the level of intimacy between them.
    “Jenn, wait.” Her brain won over the arousal beginning a slow pulse in her blood. She took a step back, still holding Jennifer’s wrists. “You’re drunk and your feelings are hurt. You should figure out what you have with this new girl.”
    “She’s out with someone else.”
    “But you don’t want her to be, do you?” Jennifer shook her head petulantly, and Evelyn had to smile at how adorable she looked. “Then don’t use me as an excuse to tank it. Because we both know that this,” she released Jennifer and gestured between them, “isn’t going anywhere.”
    “When did you get so honorable?”
    “Hmm, I don’t know.” She’d never thought of herself as particularly dishonorable . Had she been perceived that way? She didn’t screw around with attached women, but she didn’t necessarily get attached herself. “Good luck, Jenn. I hope things work out for you.” She smiled before she turned away.
    Melanie had settled at a table on the edge of the dance floor, and Evelyn cringed when she realized Melanie had a perfect view of what had just transpired with Jennifer. The only thing worse would be if Kendall were here to bust her balls about messing with Jennifer again.
    “Evelyn, so help me,” Melanie began talking as soon as she reached her side, “if you leave me here to sleep with Jennifer Prince—”
    “I’m not leaving.”
    “Really?”
    She nodded.
    “Impressive.”
    “What?”
    “She was all over you. And you’re here with me. You have some kind of willpower.”
    “Nah, been there done that,” she said with a fake leer as she slid into the seat next to Melanie. Then she smiled genuinely. “She’s got a girlfriend.” She looked at the crowd of women around them and didn’t see a single one worth turning her attention away from Melanie. “But what about you? See anything that interests