” “Stop pawing her, you brute. Hey, Ariel,” Mikayla called out, waving enthusiastically to a very tall, skinny guy standing near the entrance t... the mansion. It was dark, but after a while, the lanky bass player straightened and approached them as they made their way closer. Abigail continued to make a fool of herself, unable to keep her ankles from wobbling on the sky-high heels. “Too much to drink?” the bass player’s deep voice questioned. Up close, Abigail tried to be polite and not. Well, if that's even possible that is!" He clarified, finally finding words, even if they stumbled over his tongue.Anthony blinked twice, remaining silent. After many minutes of uneasy quietness, he speaks up."You uh....you want what now?" He asked incredulously, his face scrunched up.______________________Sarah hmphed, crossing her arms haughtily. "There's nothing to wear!" She exclaimed, exasperated."Although, I guess I won't be wearing it long..." She thought, her cheeks burning red as she. “I’m Rian Argyle. I’m here to pick up my stepdaughter Melissa.”“That doesn’t seem likely.”“I’m sorry?”“Melissa, Lavi and I are hosting dinner for their families. I doubt she will want to leave until at least after dinner. I think after that it depends on what her mother says.”“If she doesn’t come home now I doubt she’ll have a home. I’ve never seen Linda this mad.”“Your premise is faulty.”“What?” He seemed really frustrated that I just didn’t grasp something.“She has a home, here, whenever she. “But it’s not possible! I applied and was accepted! Here, let me show you the letter.”He rummages through his bag while I curse the secretary. Still, his mere presence gives me good chills despite the heat.“No need,” I say. “Are you Jordan?”He looks up. Seeing him on his knees gives me the urge to seize a bundle of his hair.“Yeah, that’s me. Jordan Madison.”I look into his eyes that persist in flicking towards my cleavage. I must admit the sweat drops keep showing him the way. As he moistens.