Ryder sat at the table, glass of cognac in hand, looking over the rail, watching Lola using her phone. He had a feeling it was her texting him after he saw her get up from the table, head to the restroom, and then return to her friend with a shit-eating grin on her face, texting as she walked, and he was more assured it was her when he received his next text message of a picture of her breasts.

Since she wanted to make a game out of this, he felt it would be fair and fun to mess with her right back. He also was curious to see how long he could fuck with her before she figured out the person she was talking with was him.

So, he sent her a message to carry on with the game.

Ryder: What color is your hair?

After sending the text, he wanted to be sure it was her so he could get someone to remove his number from the stall doors and walls and turned to see if she'd pick up her phone. When she did, his mouth curved proudly upward.

"It is you..." he muttered happily. When he turned around to take a sip of his drink and saw a woman walking by, he snapped his fingers and waved her over. "Hey, I'm curious if you'd like to make some money."

The woman stopped walking, looked at Ryder, pointed at her chest, and asked, "Me?"

He nodded. "Yes, you." he snapped his wrist, waving for her to come over to him, and when she did, he reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet. Opening it, he removed some cash and waved it in her face, saying, "If you'd like to make a quick five hundred bucks, I need you to do something for me."

Looking at the money he was waving around and curious why he'd be willing to pay a stranger five hundred dollars, she asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"My phone number is on all the stall doors and walls in the women's restroom, and before I get any more phone calls and texts, I'd like it to be removed or the numbers changed. If you're willing to do that for me, the money here is yours."

"That's it?"

"That's it," he smiled and winked.

She pointed at the cash in his hand. "And you'll give me that?"

"Yes." He extended his hand, holding a sharpie, asking, "Is it something you'd be willing to do for an easy five hundred dollars?"

The woman smiled, leaned forward, and took the sharpie from his hand, saying, "I'm in."

His grin widened, "Excellent," he happily said, then advised her how he wanted her to change the numbers of his phone number from two to a three, ones to a four, and zero to an eight.

"I'll be right back," she said, taking off quickly.

Ryder looked at his phone, read Lola's message, and snickered as he responded.

Lola: I'm not telling you. You're supposed to figure it out, remember?

Ryder: A little help, please? With all the people in the building, I need a little help to eliminate some women.

Lola: Like I said. Figure it out.

Ryder laughed and set his phone down, figuring he'd wait to send another message, hoping it would get her to believe he was working the crowd, trying to figure out who she was. After waiting fifteen minutes, he figured to send her another message. But as he was about to send her another message, one came in from Lola.

Lola: Did you give up?

He laughed, shaking his head.

Wanting to give her a little hint he knew who she was, he messaged,

Ryder: I never give up. EVER...

Ryder: I'm going to take a wild guess at the coloring of your hair. Would I be wrong if I were to say it's the same color as caramel?

It was a good ten minutes before Ryder realized she hadn't answered. This caused him to wonder if he had made a mistake by telling her the exact color of her hair, making her believe it was him messing with her.

Then a message came through.

Lola: Why do you think it's that color?

He looked over the rail to ensure she and her friend were still at the table. Seeing she was, he responded to her.

Ryder: Because you don't act like a blonde, and I didn't see any redheads. So I took a wild guess at you having brown-colored hair. Something also tells me your hair matches your personality—appealing, sweet, and buttery. I'm also ninety-nine percent positive your skin tastes as creamy as caramel tastes, melting the instant a tongue hits your flesh.

"Are you squirming yet, Lola?" he enthusiastically muttered, setting his phone down.

The woman returned to Ryder's table, smiling from ear to ear. "I did it, and here's proof," she told him, showing him pictures that she did exactly what he asked her to do.

"Thank you very much," he responded, handing her the cash.

"No problem."

He winked. "Have a wonderful rest of your night."

"Oh, I will," she said, smiling while looking at the money.

Ryder's phone went silent for quite some time—no more phone calls or text messages from other women and no message from Lola. Curious if she was still around, he turned around, looked at the table where they were sitting, and bit his lips together after seeing another group of girls at their table.

"Shit," he whispered.

He picked up his phone and texted her.

Ryder: My last message must have gotten you hot and bothered. Did I make you so wet you had to run to the restroom to clean up?

Lola: No, you didn't. I'm just done playing this game with you.

Ryder: Why? Do you give up on things that easily?

Lola: No. Why would you think that?

Ryder: You just gave up on me.

Lola: I didn't give up on you. I'm just not as dumb as you think I am. I may be feeling tipsy from the alcohol, but I'm not so drunk that I can't figure out what's happening here. Look away from your phone. Then, I want you to look to your left.

Ryder knew it was only a matter of time until she figured out it was him and set his phone on the table. Doing as she asked, he turned to his left and instantly smirked when he saw the beautiful, annoyed woman standing with her arms crossed, giving him the evil eye.

"Lola... you missed me. Didn't you?"

Monique stood beside Lola, eyeing the table with a massive smile on her face—knowing that everything on the table was for them.

Lola, however, wasn't smiling. She was giving Ryder the stare-down, and she looked angry. Finally, she extended her hand toward Ryder, demanding, "Hand me your phone."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I hand you my phone?"

She shoved her hand closer to him, scowling. "I want to see it."

Ryder's head shook. "The only way I'm handing you my phone is if you're going to take selfies of yourself and more of those beautiful tits you sent me earlier," he grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her down next to him.

"Asshole!" Lola shouted, shoving him. She quickly grabbed his phone, but he quickly snatched it back. "Come on, give it back! I want to erase my number and those pictures I sent earlier!"

He laughed. "Sorry, girlie. My phone is off-limits. Now that you're sitting beside me, I'd like us to start over." He looked at Monique and extended his hand to the empty seat across from them. With his arm around Lola, he slid Monique a margarita, then one to Lola. "Sorry. I know the ice has melted. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to get you over to my table."

Monique shrugged and wobbled her head. "I'll still drink it. It's all going to the same place, anyway," she stated like it was no big deal, then pointed to the bottle of tequila. "Is that for us also?"

He nodded. "Yes. It's my peace offering. As I said, I'd like us to start over." Looking apologetic, he looked at Lola, saying, "As much fun as I had watching you squirm in your seat, I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time on the flight to Miami. Will you forgive me?"

She crossed her arms. "You stole my window seat. That's unforgivable."

He liked how she looked angry, but seeing the disappointment on her face for what he'd done, he felt a bit guilty for fucking with her on the plane. "Why did it mean that much to you for you to have a window seat?"

"Because sitting beside the window gives me a sense of serenity. I like looking at the clouds below. They're beautiful, peaceful, and so fluffy that I feel like I'm in heaven. Plus, I had to pay damn good money for that seat. That's why."

"You mentioned that part on the plane. And you also said 'to which you no longer had.' What did you mean by that? The window seat or money?"

Lola didn't want Ryder to think he was getting anywhere with her and wiggled out of his grip. "I don't want to talk about this anymore with you. I came out with my friend tonight to have fun, get my mind to go free, and enjoy the life I should be enjoying. Something I won't be doing for a while."

Ryder leaned to her, rested his hand on her cheek, and spoke lowly against her ear, causing her insides to ignite from the heat of his breath and from what he said to her. "I can make you feel free. Very free..."

"If it's drugs you're trying to offer me, you can forget it. Besides, I don't need your help to make me feel anything."

He nudged her to face him, and once their eyes locked, he stared deeply into them, telling her, "I don't do drugs. And I sure as hell wouldn't give anyone drugs."

He tried reading her the longer he gazed into her eyes. There was something he saw—curiosity. Almost as if she was curious to know how he kisses. He wanted to kiss her, but knew he shouldn't. And the longer they gazed into each other's eyes, the more he noticed her breathing picking up.

His eyes lowered to her chest, saw it was rising and falling faster than it had been moments earlier, liked what he was seeing, and then diverted his eyes to her lips. Ryder wanted to have a taste of her lips but knew if he asked if he could kiss her, she'd tell him no. So, instead of asking, and without hesitation, he stole her lips—kissing her softly and slowly.

Before he did anything more, he wanted to be sure she was okay with what was happening and wouldn't slap him. When she continued kissing him and didn't slap him, he deepened the kiss, wanting to show her his kissing capabilities.

After giving her a taste of him, Ryder broke the kiss, whispering against her lips, "I truly am sorry." With his eyes on her, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, asking, "Apology accepted?"

She was at a loss for words after he kissed her. Lola liked how he made her feel, but became confused when she didn't want the kiss to end. So, instead of answering, Lola nodded. She wasn't expecting Ryder to kiss her, and because Lola despised him, she was surprised at herself for returning the kiss. But there was something she felt when his mouth landed on hers—her entire body warmed, and an intense jolt of electricity electrified her pussy, sending throbbing sensations to travel to her inner core—exciting her.

"Good," he smiled, searching her eyes, curious if what he did was enough to get her to talk to him. "Is your offer still on the table?"

Ryder's question confused Lola. She wasn't sure what offer he was talking about and scrunched her brows together as she thought about his query. Lola knew she responded to Ryder's looking for a good time message. She also knew she told him she was a lot of fun and that there was no way he could handle a woman like her.

Then it hit her.

She remembers Ryder asking if her clothes would be falling to his bedroom floor later and how she told him that if he found her, it could happen. Nervous that was what he was asking about, she gulped, then responded, barely getting the words out of her mouth when she asked, "What offer was that?"

He remembered their conversation and what she told him would happen if he found her and slyly smiled. Rather than bringing that part of their conversation up, he said, "You said you had a bad day. Then, there was a guy who made your day even worse. Me. You already know I'm here looking to have a good time." He paused, turned his gaze to Monique, then smiled while returning his eyes to Lola. "You insisted you're a lot of fun. And since we're all here looking to have a fun night, and because you claimed you're a fun person to hang out with, I'm challenging you to prove how fun you are. So, let's all have the type of night we're looking to have and a night we'll never forget."

A breath of relief left her lips, relieved he didn't bring up them having sex. Lola wanted to have fun. She also considered Monique's suggestion of having a revenge fuck, but she didn't want to wake up the following morning in another man's bed—Ryder's.

She looked from Monique to Ryder, contemplating what to do. Then a voice inside her head told her, 'You may despise him, but he's willing to pay for your and Monique's night of fun. So let your guard down and have fun with him! Save what money you do have left and let Ryder spend his!'

Before she decided what to do, she was curious about some things and asked, "How did you manage to get your phone number on all the stalls?"

Ryder smiled, then laughed, scratching the corner of his mouth as he said, "I paid a woman to do it."

"And how did you know I'd fall for it?"

"I didn't. It was a chance I was willing to make."

"Anyone could have called or messaged you."

"And I was getting calls and messages."

She sipped her margarita and asked, "So, how did you figure out I was one of the ones responding?"

"I was watching you. When I saw you with your phone responding to me or sending me a message, I knew which number to continue communicating with."

Lola's head tilted to the side as she studied him, smiling at her. "Why? Why was it so important for you to get me to talk to you? I'm not that special."

He reached for her hair, and as he grabbed a chunk of it, he twirled it around his wrist and gently pulled, wanting her eyes to meet his. "Because there's something about you that makes my dick come alive. He and I like your feistiness, your beauty, and your personality. And that made me want to do everything possible to finally get you to talk to me."

When he released her hair, Lola reached for her drink, ignoring his comment about what she does to his dick, and took a sip.

Curious about what else he would have done to get her attention, she asked, "What if the phone number thing didn't work? What would you have done then? Now, your phone number is out in the open for another sucker to fall for—someone similar to me looking to have fun by blowing up your phone."

He laughed, grabbed his near-empty glass of cognac, and brought it to his lips, proudly saying, "I've taken care of that already." He finished his drink, and as he set his glass down, he enlightened her, "I paid someone to fix the zero to an eight, the ones to fours, and the two to a three. Now some other poor soul will be getting those calls," he chuckled. "And if you hadn't fallen for my little game, I would've come up with something else. I probably would've just approached you from behind, grabbed and lifted you over my shoulder, then carried you to my table."

Monique's mouth watered the longer she eyed the bottle of tequila. She didn't want to interrupt Ryder and Lola's conversation, but she really wanted a drink of the tasty agave. She looked away from the tequila and over to the two people who seemed to have made up and said, "Hey. Now that you two are on good terms and looking cozier together, let's start this party."

She didn't wait for their response. Instead, she reached for the tequila and the empty glasses and poured each of them a shot. Then she slid them both one.

Lola and Monique picked up theirs and then eyed Ryder, waiting for him to pick up his. He wrapped his fingers around the shot glass and looked at Lola, asking, "No lime or salt?"

She looked at Monique and laughed. "That's for amateurs."

Ryder had a feeling they weren't the type of women who'd need chasers with their tequila, but he was hoping Lola would, so he could have more fun with her. As Lola began lifting her shot to her mouth, Ryder stopped her by placing his hand over the glass, and with a raised, curious brow, he asked, "Are we good?"

Lola removed his hand, saying, "I don't like you. But after my day, I no longer care what happens tonight, even if that means partying with you. Just because I feel you owe me for being an annoying asshole since the second we met." Since she was ready to party, she took him up on his challenge and said, "You want to have fun? I'll show you fun," slamming her shot and pouring herself another.

Lola lifted her shot glass, and as she started lifting it to her mouth, Ryder stopped her by taking the glass from her hand. Then he pulled her onto his lap, reached for a lime, and brought it to her lips, saying, "I want to taste you. I want to lick the tequila and salt off your body, and then I want to take the lime from your lips using my mouth, hoping it'll fall when I try taking the lime so I can steal another taste of your sweet, sugary lips when our mouths meet again."

Monique's mouth fell in awe at what she heard. Wishing it was her, he said that to. She felt excited for Lola, yet she was jealous of her. Jealous, Lola had a gorgeous guy like Ryder all over her.

"If Lola won't let you do that to her, I'll allow you to do it to me," Monique laughed, imagining Ryder's tongue doing wonders to her flesh.

Seeing the lust-filled look in Monique's eyes as she offered to be Ryder's licking pole lit a fire inside Lola. She grabbed the lime from Ryder's fingers and placed it between her lips. Smiling nervously, she asked, "What are you waiting for?"

The corner of Ryder's mouth raised. Igniting Lola's desires with his side smirk. He reached for the bottle of tequila, lowered Lola just right, and then slowly poured tequila from the slit of her breasts up to her neck and sprinkled salt on top of the tequila.

Excitement rushed through him, knowing he was about to taste Lola's flesh drenched in tequila and salt. And when his mouth started watering, he lowered his tongue to her skin and got the taste he wanted to relish when he began cleaning up his mess.

When Ryder got to her mouth and started removing the lime, he purposely let it fall from his mouth and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her more demandingly than he did the first time he kissed her—leaving her breathless and her pussy throbbing when he parted from her lips.

Monique admired watching Ryder sexually tease and kiss Lola—again wishing it was her Ryder was drinking up. And the second Lola sat up, repeatedly blinking and having a look on her face that she wasn't sure what had just happened, she laughed. "That was fucking hot, Lola. You should let Ryder do that to me!"

Ryder laughed as well. But he felt guilty for putting moves on her friend in front of her and leaving her to feel like she was the third wheel. So, to not make her feel left out, he did a body shot on her, only he didn't kiss her like he did with Lola—he just took the lime from her mouth.

For the next hour, Ryder, Lola, and Monique danced, drank, did body shots, and did more dancing—partying it up like there was no tomorrow. Lola and Monique were feeling no pain. They were ready to leave the nightclub but weren't done partying. They were seeking to have more of an adventure with Ryder. So he closed out his tab.

While heading out of the club, Ryder felt like he had finally won Lola over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him and saying, "I'm not ready for this night to end. Are you and your friend still looking to have an adventure with me? Or did you two change your minds and are ready to call it a night?"

Lola looked up, furrowing her brows, warning, "We're not having a threesome, if that's what you thought we should do. You're lucky enough as it is that you were able to get her and me to do body shots on one another."

Ryder laughed, shaking his head and tightening his hold around her. "Having a threesome with you girls didn't cross my mind." Teasing her, he wiggled his brows up and down. "But if you suggest that's what we do, I won't turn it down."

Lola shoved him. "No threesome."

Ryder chuckled. "It's not what I want to do, anyway." As they left the nightclub and started walking down the sidewalk, his hand slid from Lola's waist to her shoulder, and he pulled her to him. "I want you to know I had the most fun I've had in a long time. So, if you want to keep this night going, let me know. I think it would be fun if we hung out longer, and it would be fun to see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves in," he grinned, and Monique laughed.

"I'm game," Monique smiled.

Lola thought about it for a moment, then hummed, "I'm game, too."

Monique's eyes widened as they walked the sidewalk when she saw a limo parked up ahead and pointed, giggling as she suggested, "I think we should carjack that limo. We'll hop in it, and then we'll demand the driver to drive us around the city, all while drinking whatever booze is hidden inside—or drink up the champagne that's usually stocked in limos. That way, we can toast to whatever this night brings us."

Ryder chuckled.

When they got to the limo, Ryder opened the back door, waving them inside. Monique and Lola stood to the side, shaking their heads, surprised he was willing to do what Monique proposed.

"I was only joking about carjacking the limo, you know," Monique recanted.

Amused by Monique and the look on Lola's face, his grin widened. "It's my limo. Get inside, and we'll drink that champagne you were talking about."

"No fucking way! Are you serious right now?" Monique squealed.

"I am. Get in."

Lola looked at Monique and shrugged. Then she looked at Ryder, saying, "What's next? Are you bringing us to the airport so we can take a plane and fly to whatever destination we decide? To continue with this little party we're having?"

As Lola bent down to climb into the limo, Ryder lowered to her ear and said, "If that's what you would like to do. I can make that happen."

Surprised by Ryder's willingness to fly them anywhere they chose, Lola didn't respond and continued getting inside the limo. After Monique got in, she and Lola moved around the limo like two little kids, hitting buttons, messing with the music, and checking out the booze Ryder had inside.

Monique found the champagne, grabbed three glasses, then popped the cork.

While the girls were doing their thing, Ryder stood outside the limo and made a quick phone call. And he then alerted the driver to where he was bringing them.

Thirty minutes later, Lola looked out the window, saw they were driving on a tarmac, and widened her eyes as she turned to Ryder, saying, "I was only joking about flying somewhere. I'm broke. I can't fly anywhere."

Ryder laughed and moved closer to Lola. Curious to see if he could ignite another fire inside her, he slid her hair to the side and lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck. Her breathing hitched, and her eyes closed when she felt the heat of his breath fanning her skin when he rubbed the tip of his nose along her neck.

Because of how Ryder was making her feel and how her body was surprisingly reacting to him, she was doing all she could to stop herself from falling and tangling herself in the web he was creating.

"I owe you a window seat and a flight you can enjoy," he whispered against her skin, causing goosebumps and nipples to harden.

"Where are we going?" Monique asked.

"Wherever the pilot takes us. Are you still game?"

Lola and Monique eyed each other and then smiled. "We're game," they both said in unison.

"As long as it doesn't cost Monique and me a dime, we'll continue partying with you," Lola said, not realizing what was in store for them once they lifted into the air and flew to a destination Lola wasn't prepared to be returning to so soon.

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