A Broken Us (London Lover Series Book 1) by Amy Daws Read Free Book Online Page B

I’m
served. I never have done well with hard liquor, but Leslie bought the first
round and it seems easier to stick with what we have.
    Frank takes over and starts buying all the
drinks.
    I yell over to him, “Frank, let me buy the next
round!”
    He shakes his head at me, “Stuff your money, I
got this. Just drink. I like you better pissed anyway.”
    I laugh and oblige him by sucking on the straw
of my drink again.  
    “Who’s ready to shake their tail-feathers?”
Leslie hollers at us over the music.
    Frank shoots up out of the table, grabs both of
our hands, and begins pulling us through the crowd. He shouts to the people
next to us to hold our table and offers to buy them a round in return, so they
quickly spread themselves out over our table and look eager for our return.
    As we rub up next to the crowds of people, I
can see men’s eyes on me and it feels so strange. I’ve been with Brody for five
years and just being here feels like cheating. I silently chastise myself and
remind my brain that I am single now and this is like early college days all
over again. I loved flirting in college and was really good at it. I can be
that way again. So instead of feeling uncomfortable, I let the vodka’s
liquid-courage help me shake my round ass directly into Frank’s crotch. Leslie
laughs as Frank gives me a look like he’s about to be sick. I giggle and
continue dancing. Eventually, Frank finds a couple of guys that seem to catch
his eye and leaves Leslie and me to our own devices.
    Without Frank’s watchful eyes, Leslie begins
pumping her hips behind a random frat-looking guy dancing near us. She looks
hilarious in her little black dress dancing like she isn’t dressed to the
nines. She might as well be wearing sweatpants right now with the way she’s acting.
Just when the frat guy turns around to see what the heck is going on, she
dashes away like she wasn’t just doing obnoxious sexual gestures to his back. I
love the fact that Leslie is never too
cool to be a moron.
    I join in on the fun and jump directly in front
of a huge black guy who hasn’t even been dancing. I grab my right ankle with my
right hand, put my other hand behind my head, and begin pumping my leg back and
forth. No easy feat in a long skirt, but I’ve watched my fair share of 80’s
music videos, so I know I look goooood . The man pulls
his sunglasses down his nose and eyes me carefully. Thinking my move isn’t
impressive enough, I jump up and drop down into a classic robot. Yeeeeah , I own this dance. This will surely impress him. He
crosses his arms and lets out a big puff of air with a nasty sneer on his face. Yeah, it’s time to get the hell outta
here. I rush away from him and grab Leslie’s hand to haul her to the other
side of the dance floor. That dude looks ticked!
    We pass a shot-girl and I quickly buy four long
test-tube shots from her and hand two to Leslie. We pop the foil tops off them
and down them one after another. They are sickly sweet and a bit nasty but I
don’t care. I am in London. I am starting a new life. It is time to celebrate!
    Leslie is suddenly grabbed by a cute little guy
with dark-framed glasses and buzzed blonde hair. She looks up at him like she’s
going to pull away, but changes her mind and starts dancing provocatively with
him. She seems to be enjoying herself so I decide to let loose on my own and
really dance.
    I love to dance. Like, seriously. I. Love. To.
Dance. I’m pretty decent at it, too, but even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t care; the
feel of a loud thumping bass, coupled with the syncopated movement of my body and
an increased heart rate is, like, an all-time high for me. Brody always said
that back in college, he noticed my dance moves before he noticed my face. I
remember he told me once after we officially met that he’d never seen a girl
dance like it was an athletic sport rather than some tease to get guys to
notice her.
    And that’s exactly the way I dance. I don’t
care if I get