Now, I just need to find her so I tell her that.
Marissa clings to me like a baby recess monkey. Luckily she doesn't weigh much so I'm still able to keep pushing forward.
"Parker, I am like, so totally wasted!"
Just as she dissolves into a fit of giggles, her nimble fingers start roaming over my body. They're combing through my hair. Stroking over my face. Sliding under my shirt. Did she just tweak my nipple?
Jeez. This chick needs to seriously calm herself down.
But her words leave me feeling fairly concerned because the last thing I need is for Marissa to puke all over me. Doing a quick assessment, I search her eyes. Hmmm. She doesn't really look all that drunk. But then again, she is acting fairly loud and obnoxious so maybe she's tanked after all. Who can tell? I'll just have to throw her off me if it looks like all that beer is going to make an unexpected encore appearance.
"I'm so tired of this party. Let's go somewhere else- just you and me." She smiles up at me. I'm sure the slow curving of her lips is supposed to come off as seductive and sexy but right now it just looks practiced. And, strangely enough, it's doing absolutely nothing for me.
Honestly, I just want this girl off me. All she's doing is getting in my way. I'm on a mission to find the mystery girl who made me spill my beer.
Hold on... squinting, I tilt my head to the left, then the right trying to catch another glimpse of blond hair moving through the crowd.
I'm pretty sure that's her by the front door. I want to call out, to stop her from leaving. For some odd reason I want to finish our absurd conversation out by the keg but how can I do that? How can I capture her attention from way over here? There has to be about twenty people milling around between us. And the music is blasting. People are laughing and talking. I can barely hear myself think over all this noise.
I'm wondering how to detach Marissa-the-barnacle from my body when her arms snake around my neck. Man, this chick is way stronger than she looks. Just as she's dragging my face to hers, I see blond beer girl turn and look straight at me. I open my mouth to yell something at her. Something that will stop her from leaving but Marissa plasters her lips against mine. All I can do is hold Beer Girl's eyes.
She smirks in return as if to say- see, total man whore.
And then the moment is over and she's gone.
I can't believe this.
Beer Girl is gone.
I don't even know her name.
I'm not sure why that bothers me, but it does. And the fact that it bothers me, bothers me even more. Because this is not normal Parker Montgomery behavior. This has definitely been one bizarre interlude. Maybe it's for the best that it's over. I really need things to slide back to normal because right now, I'm feeling fairly unsettled.
"Parker," Marissa kisses my mouth again, "why are you frowning like that?"
Tired of being ignored, Marissa lays both of her palms against my cheeks before snapping my face back to hers. Satisfied that she's fully hijacked my attention, she adds in a voice that sounds suspiciously toddler-ish, "I thought you liked my kisses." She gives me a pouty face to go along with her words.
I can literally feel my brows drawing together as I stare at her. Under normal circumstances, I do enjoy Marissa's kisses. She's an excellent kisser. Definitely a top ten in my book. She doesn't use too much suction. And she keeps her saliva to a minimum. I absolutely hate both of those things. Who wants to feel as if someone is trying to suck the tonsils right out of their body? I sure as hell don't. And frankly the thought of someone else's saliva pooling in my mouth just about makes me gag. Maybe I'm a little particular about the way I like being kissed but those two things are total deal breakers for me.
She flutters her long mascara laden lashes as she continues to coo in a soft baby voice, "Don't you want to take me home tonight?"
Ah, not if she's going to continue talking to me like that, I don't.
Why the hell is she talking like that anyway? It's a total turn off.
I suppose it's entirely possible that she has some kind of speech issue I've never noticed before because... well, let's face it, Marissa and I don't exactly engage in a ton of verbose conversations when we're together.
"Umm," honestly, I'm not in the mood.
She must sense that she's losing my interest because she starts very gently nibbling at my lips. Something within me loosens. Actually, a lot within me loosens. Okay, now I'm really starting to enjoy this. What I like even more is that she's taking my mind off Beer Girl and the giant asshat I just made out of myself.
Now this, this is how my interactions with chicks usually end up. Not whatever sad attempt that was out there by the keg. And they certainly don't call me a man whore and walk away either.