♫ good girls go bad - cobra starship
collab with my lesbian loverrr <3
the warehouse, dakota.
friday; cocktail party arranged by fine art dealer cyrille de gunzburg in the guggenheim museum
Pulling at my dress self-conciously, I ordered a Coke at the bar. The bartender raised an eyebrow at me as if to say 'are you sure'. I smiled tightly at him and he poured me a Coke. I took it with a smiled thanks and turned around running into someone... Cameron, yet again.
"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, throughly embarassed, that was two drinks within a week.
Watching the coke soak his shirt, I was horrified, shirt number two ruined because of me. I watched his eyes open and he glanced down me, "If we keep meeting this way, I'm going to start thinking you're bumping in to me on purpose. Literally." He wrinkled his nose as he pulled on the wet shirt and smelt it, "I think the bartender made a mistake.... It seems as though you ordered a Jack and Coke, but only got the Coke."
"I don't drink," I responded crossing my arms over my chest.
"I could've guessed," He nodded his head, glancing at the empty glass I had resting against my arm. "Do you want me to -"
"No," I cut him off.
"Look," he tried to reason with me, "You pulled me into a bathroom... How was I supposed to know you didn't want me to kiss you?"
I tilted her head up, quirking a brow, "Do you always kiss strangers in public restrooms? Is that a New Yorker thing?"
He laughed, "If they're as gorgeous as you, I guess I'm guilty."
I looked up at him, my surprise showing on my face.
"G-Gorgeous?" I stuttered and he chuckled at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up which made me even more embarassed. Looking down at my shoes, I wished I could disappear. I seemed to always make a fool of myself in front of him. With two fingers, he lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes.
"Yes, gorgeous," he said firmly and I made a noise that sounded like a strangled squeak. Pulling away from him, I bit my lip. He was being nice to me, even though I had probably ruined both shirts I had spilled on. After the first time in Starbucks, he had brought me to the Warehouse and put me on the show. I was grateful but I was also afraid he wanted something from me.
"I'm still not sleeping with you," I finally replied, my chin coming up defiantly.
"Who said I'm offering?" he smirked.
I raised a brow, "Are you saying that you wouldn't sleep with me?"
He took a step closer to me, breaking the space between us as he looked into my eyes, "On the contrary."
I swallowed, "Then?"
"I'd lick you clean...." he lowered my voice, a shocked look appearing on my face. "I'd run my tongue up your thigh and deep inside your -"
"No," I cut him off, before he could continue
"You don't want to hear the part about me sucking on your cl.t?" He cocked a brow, waiting for my answer.
I knew my cheeks were bright red with the way he was talking. I may have been a virgin but I did know what he was talking about.
"No!" I repeated myself, this time a little louder than before. I didn't want to hear anything else he had to say. He was one of those guys who only wanted one thing.
"No?" he echoed me, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Uhm..." I said slowly, "Why don't you go talk to her, I'm sure she'd sleep with you."
I pointed at a random blonde girl. I had no idea who she was but I hoped she would peak his interest.
He followed my gaze. Shaking his head, he let out a small laugh, "I'm sure she would also."
"Let me guess, she already has?" A disgusted look coming over my features.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I never kiss and tell."
"That's a yes," I snorted, shaking my head.
"Are you jealous?" He grinned, staring at me amused.
"Why would I be?" I retorted. He chuckled and I glared at him. There was no way I was jealous of that... w.hore.
"Well, look at me," he responded cockily and I did just that. Okay, he was attractive but his personality was such a turn off, at least I was pretty sure it was.
"Hm, I don't think I'm missing much," I observed, mock-thoughtfully. I watched him frown and I revealed in that small victory. I should have known it wouldn't last.
"You think so, huh?" he drawled, taking a step closer to me. I took a step backward and nodded.
"I'm not your type?" He raised a brow.
Shaking my head, I laughed, "Not even close."
"Why what?" I retorted. "Am I your type?"
He shrugged, "Can I ask you something?"
"I'm sure you will anyways," I answered.
"Are you a virgin?"
I looked at him a little shocked and taken aback. He really had the nerve to ask me that?
"That's none of your business," I told him, lifting my chin defiantly.
"I'll take that as a yes," he responded, a smug smile spreading across his face. I scowled at him.
"If that's what you want to think, feel free," I snapped back at him, implying that I was not a virgin after all.
Now it was Cameron's turn to look taken aback. He looked me over again and I smirked.
"It would be a shame....."
"Do I even want to ask what you're referring to?" I smirked.
"Your legs.... they'd look good wrapped around my waist," He said seriously and my eyes widened once more.
"Do you ever stop?"
He shrugged, "Would you like me to?"
"It would be nice," I said softly. "You're kind of irritating."
"You really think so?"
"Ugh, shut up," I shot back at him.
He smirked at me and I scowled back. Ugh, he was so annoying.
"You get irritated easily."
I shook my head, "You're just talented at annoying people."
Shrugging, he laughed, "It's just one of my many talents... do you care to hear the rest?"
"That's too bad.. I can guarantee at least one would get you soaking wet."
My mouth fell open slightly as I shot him a blank stare, "Are you serious?"
"There's only one way to find out," he said seriously.
"Too bad you won't get that chance," I retorted. He smirked at me.
"Oh, we'll see about that," he practiaclly purred to me. I made a face at him.
"You are aware that you're disgusting, right?" I asked him seriously. He grinned.
"Whatever you say, darling."
"It doesn't even bother you?"
He stared at me for a second before shaking his head, "Honestly? No. I'm not here to impress anyone. I'm here to do my job."
"Which is making a pass on every single girl on the show?" I said flatly.
"Not every single girl," He shook his head once more, "But I'm slowly making my way down the list."
I made a face.
"I'm joking," he laughed, watching my face..
"I don't believe you," I stated firmly. I was pretty sure he had hit on every girl in the house.
"And why is that?" he asked me, leaning closer.
"Because, you're a disgusting pig," I hissed back and slapped his chest. He smirked. God damn, why was his smirk so hot...
"I'm pretty sure you're the only one who thinks so," he responded, "But you know, we can fix that."
"Let me guess, you'll bring me up to your penthouse and give me wine until I'm drunk?"
He shook his head, "I was going to suggest dinner. But I like your idea more."
"No," I said flatly.
"Would you rather do shots? I'm not much of a wino."
"And I'm not much of a drinker," I retorted, gesturing to the glass that I had spilled all over him, "Remember?"
"I think we could fix that too," he grinned and I scowled back at him.
"I'll pass," I told him, firmly, I didn't like alcohol and I rarely had more than a glass of wine.
"Ah, don't be like that," he cajoaled and I shook my head. He just didn't give up.
"You never give up, do you?" I asked annoyed.
He shrugged and shook his head lightly, "Some say persistence is my greatest attribute."
"Really?" I didn't believe him.
He nodded, "A close second to sex."