Drinking Games

"You need to know I'm still in the room, you guys."

"What the fuck—"Alexander scrambled to pick Cathryn's dress shirt from the floor as he hid her from Blake's view, covering her upper body with his.

"Wear this, hurry." He growled, assisting her as she wore the thin fabric over her head and sliding her arms unto the sleeves.

With a wry shake of her head, she pushed him backward. "Calm down, will you? He was here before you got inside with that groupie of yours."

"He was here?" Alexander said incredulously as he stared at the two of them back and forth. "You two were together?"

"Of course." Cathryn's red lips curled into a smile. "How else would I get in here without his help?"

Alexander scowl deepened. "So, it was his key card entry."

"Of course, you dummy," Cathryn muttered as she patted his chest, raking her nails on his shoulders. "Do you expect me to seduce some hotel staff to give me the keys or something?"

"No, Alexander thinks you became one of Charlie's angels and scaled the walls and climbed up a fourth-floor balcony like some spy."

"Shut up, Blake. I didn't ask for your opinion."

Cathryn realized that this was her cue. "I'm leaving."

"You think this is done?" The hem of her black transparent dress raised past her calves as Alexander clutched them. He was grinning because he knew if she insisted on pulling them, she would have ripped her clothes off.

Cathryn sighed.

"What do you want to do?" Cathryn said sarcastically. "Do you want to fuck while Blake is here?"

Alexander's face lit up like he was a child who had opened his most wanted gift at Christmas. "So you're down with the idea?"

"I'm still here, you guys." Blake quipped.

"You want to fuck, baby?" Alexander's voice drops into an octave as he whispered in her ear and it sent shivers down her spine. Then, he said out loud for Blake to hear as if it wasn't obvious enough. "Blake can make himself scarce for hours if you wanted some alone time."

"I repeat, I'm still here you guys. And no, I will not make myself scarce." Blake repeated as he crossed his arms in annoyance. "I'm tired from the concert and I want to sleep."

Cathryn's phone vibrated from her purse as it rang, adamant to be picked up. After three tries, she picked it up and it was Edward on the other side of the line.

"Hello?"

"Where are you, baby girl? We need to go home it's at half-past two in the morning. We still had to wake up early for class." Edward said. "Get your ass at the parking lot right now. We are waiting."

Before Cathryn could even respond, Alexander grabbed her phone from her ear and spoke, "There's no need for you to wait. I will take her home."

"Hey—" Cathryn protested as she punched his shoulder in annoyance. "Give me back my phone, bastard."

"I'll take care of her, trust me. Goodbye." Alexander ended the call and handed her the phone. Cathryn stood there glaring at him as she snatched it from him.

Cathryn tossed him an are-you-kidding-me frown. "Do you even have a car, Alexander?"

"You will stay the night."

"You said you will take me home!"

His brow furrowed, and his eyes flashed dark fire. "I didn't promise it's going to be right now."

"Who knows?" Blake shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe Alexander will return you after a week or two in your apartment. As a corpse."

Cathryn paled at the possibility of Alexander being a serial killer. After using her, Alexander would kill her and dump her dead body into a river or something. She must be sleep-deprived; her dark imagination had taken a wrong turn because of Blake's prompt.

"So, are you going to stay the night??"

At times, Cathryn thought Alexander was too handsome to be real. His hair was thick, and the blond locks hung in sexy disarray over the wide, muscled length of his shoulders. Perfect eyebrows arched over perfectly-shaped eyes. Perfect cheekbones framed a perfect nose.

For some reason, the bastard was smiling—revealing perfect white teeth as the brown depths of his eyes glinted with mischief.

"Given that I am also here and you keep ignoring me, will there be a possible fulfillment of a threesome fantasy?" Blake chuckled, the sound rich and husky in the twilight.

Cathryn had run out of snappy, witty comebacks since she didn't know what to do.

Should she call Edward back to wait for her and go home with them or will she stay with Alexander when she had no idea what she was supposed to do?

She got her erotica book back so what's her purpose about being with him at the moment?

She searched her mind but there was no brilliant excuse she could come up with except the fact that she was smitten with Alexander. Cathryn wished she wasn't that obvious though.

"So, about the threesome—"

"There is no threesome!" Alexander and Cathryn snapped at Blake simultaneously.

"Then what? Do we re-enact this erotica book you are talking about?"

Blake pointed at her pink Louis Vuitton shoulder bag and Alexander squinted his gaze at it.

"Do you have the book already?" Alexander asked.

"I got it," Cathryn admitted it sheepishly. "I saw it sitting on the top of your bed."

"I was reading it." Alexander studied her too carefully as he took a step towards her. "I'm interested in your interest. I think we have the same interest."

"Okay." Did Alexander like erotica? Well, that's a bad idea considering she was in the presence of two popular rock stars and she was the only girl in the room.

"What should we do now?" Cathryn asked, folding her arms over her chest and pinning Alexander with a frown.

"I want to drink," Blake suggested. "There must be some alcohol in the fridge."

Two teenage rock stars. One girl. Alcohol. Hotel Room.

This was the worst idea ever.

Alexander kept his gaze locked on hers. "Do you want to play a game, Cathryn?"

"What game?"

"A drinking game."

Oh, shit. Cathryn didn't drink. Ever.

"Let's play a drinking game of truth and dare," Alexander said, biting back a grin.

"I don't drink, Alexander. Do you remember that party last summer?"

"Oh, the part where you slapped him?" Blake asked and Cathryn did a mental face-palm.

The bastard enjoyed rubbing salt to Alexander's wounded ego.

"Oh, I remember it, alright." The sparkle in Alexander's brown eyes left as it darkened, smoldering into amber flames. "Cathryn, if you don't drink, just make sure you aren't going to lose this game."