Free The Neighbor (The Neighbor #1) by Claire Adams

old time’s sake,” Max pleaded.
    “Come and get me because I don’t know where your
dorm is and this place is like a maze. I‘ll get lost.”
    “I’ll be there in 10-minutes.” Ryder hung up.
    Ugh. I was not looking forward to spending time
alone with Max. I could tell that he didn’t like me with another guy. Falling
back into old habits with him was a dangerous prospect.
    I guess hanging out with him was a good opportunity
to assure there were no hurt feelings after the discussion about Ryder and the
blowjob. There was his name again. I couldn’t get Ryder off my mind.
    Before I knew it, Max knocked on my door.
    “You look great Jenna,” Max said as soon as I opened
the door.
    “Max, I haven’t changed in the two-hours since you
saw me last. I put on some lip gloss and took my ponytail down.”
    “That must be it. You always look great. That never
changes.” Max smiled.
    I ignored the comment. I thought we were good
friends but he seemed to be hitting on me. Maybe he was only interested in
having sex with me.
    “Where are we going?” I asked.
    “We are going to a spot named The Spot. They have
good bar food and inexpensive beers. Just our style. They have dancing too. We owned the dance floor back home. We did quite a bit
of bumping and grinding. It got R-rated…remember?”
    I did not want to remember those days. I wanted to
just be college buddies and nothing more.
    “I do remember Max. That was a long time ago though.
Let’s just worry about right now and not the past.”
    “If that’s what you want Jenna.”
    I grinned and nodded my head before we walked into
The Spot. The party was raging but we were lucky enough to find a booth.
    “How about a domestic ale.
I usually get whatever they have on tap.” Max flagged down the server.
    “I will have what he has to drink. No food for me.”
Skipping the food would make the evening move more quickly.
    “Are you sure? I’m gonna have some fried shrimp. It has been frozen but
I like it,” Max said.
    Ryder again came to mind. It was fresh shrimp and
fine wine at his house. Max offered something entirely different.
    Our food and beer came. After we ate, I assumed the
evening would be over. We discussed our history together as children, deleting
the times we hated each other. It was a nice walk down memory lane. He popped
the last shrimp in his mouth and wiped his hands on his pants.
    “Man. That shit was greasy. Are you ready to show
the people of Columbia how we dance?”
    “Do I have a choice?” I asked.
    “No. It will be a blast. This DJ knows how to spin
tunes. We will have to come here when there is a home football game. If we can
get in that is because there is usually a line around the corner.”
    I chugged the remainder of my beer. I was definitely
beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me
onto the dance floor. We immediately fell into a rhythm. The moves were
familiar and almost comforting. He smashed his groin into my backside. I was thrown off balance but he saved me. When I turned I
found his face inches from mine. He was staring at me intensely, just as he
once did.
    “You okay? I got a little carried away.”
    “I’m fine Ryder – Uh, I mean Max.” Shit.
    Max didn’t respond. Instead he pulled me in close.
Beneath his jeans, I could feel his dick growing. It was an old feeling with
Max that didn’t feel right.
    “Let’s get out of here Jenna. I want to show you my
room,” he whispered in my ear.
    He turned his back to me and led me off the dance
floor with his hand. I didn’t know why I didn’t just say no at that point. I
took his hand and followed. A part of me wanted to see Max’s room. It felt
natural because we had done it so often in the past.
    “Whew. It was hot in that place. What are you
thinking about?” Max asked as we reached the sidewalk.
    “I don’t really have anything profound to say. I am
tired and I just hope we are not making a mistake. This feels safe,