Driven_589066

All in all, it was the perfect place for Hodge, her friends, and their fans to let their hair down, celebrate their victory, and break the half-year long alcohol

ban imposed upon them by their coaches.

Which was probably why, though the evening was scarcely two hours young, most of the young women were three sheets to the wind, and showing no

signs of stopping.

Hodge never had been much of a drinker. She didn’t hold her liquor well, and there were goddesses other than the porcelain one that she’d much rather

worship. Still, she figured that it wasn’t every day that a gal got to sink the winning basket in a championship game, and since it had happened to her, she

figured such an event deserved a celebration.

She didn’t really know when she’d switched from beer to rum, nor exactly when the rum suddenly gained the taste and consistency of a jello shooter, but

sometimes it was just best to go with the flow and refrain from asking questions whose answers were better off unknown.

Looking up from her latest shot, she noticed, for the first time, that she was alone at the table. Her gaze swung ponderously toward the dance floor where

Kellie, Tonya and the rest of her friends were pressed up against a number of willing males in a pre-mating ritual they called “dancing”.

So intent was she in the drunken study of her friends that she nearly launched herself into orbit when a warm hand came down gently on her shoulder.

“Who? Wha—?” she blubbered, turning her head to the left in time to spy a particularly cute redhead staring down at her, a look of adoration in her eyes.

“Is this seat taken?” Redhead breathed.

Before Hodge could even work her brain around a particular answer, the young woman lowered herself down into the seat next to the basketball player and

leaned forward so that their bodies were almost touching.

“Do I know you?” Hodge found herself asking a pair of very pert breasts. Normally, she wasn’t quite so rude, but her eyes seemed to have frozen in that

particular spot. Maybe it was some strange side effect of the alcohol she’d been consuming. God only knew what they put in jello shooters anyway.

“Not yet, but you could if you wanted to.” The redhead flashed a sexy smile and slid a little closer. “Great game by the way. I’ve never missed a game

when you’re playing.”

Finally able to drag her gaze up to a pair of twinkling gray eyes, Hodge smiled. “Basketball fan huh?”

“Not particularly. More of a Cat Hodges fan.”

The sober part of her brain looked on in horror at the developing situation. Though hardly a prude, she’d also never been the type to outwardly flirt with

women, especially in straight bars. Her libido, however, aided by the alcohol, was firmly in control of the rest of her. “A fan, huh?”

“Oh yes. A very…big…fan.” Hodge’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when the redhead put a hand on her knee and slowly drew it upward. “Who

would love the opportunity to pay you back for the hours of enjoyment you’ve given me.”

In a last ditch effort to bring her suddenly rebellious body back under control, Hodge pushed back and stood up, not even noticing as her chair toppled over

backwards the moment it was free of her weight. “Air!” she squeaked. “I need air.”

With a tiger’s smile, the redhead stood and took Hodge’s hand. “What a wonderful idea. Let’s take a walk.”

Hodge looked desperately over her shoulder, but her friends were too busy searching for tonsil scars on their latest dates-du-jour to pay her any mind at

all.

Then the redhead slid a sly thumb across Hodge’s sensitive palm, and she pretty much stopped thinking for good.

Hodge wasn’t sure how they ended up back at her dorm room, but by then she’d given up asking those sorts of questions. Her body craved what the

redhead was offering and gleefully pounded the little voice of Catholic guilt in her head into silent submission.

Managing to get her key into the lock on the third try, she pushed the door open and made a gallant gesture with her hand to allow her date to enter first.

Then she dropped her ‘Do Not Disturb, upon penalty of death’ sign on the knob and closed the door.

Turning, she stripped off her jacket and let it drop into a heap on the floor. “So Red, whaddya think?”

“I think I should help you get the rest of those clothes off so I can see that delicious body up close and personally.”

“Sounds good to me.” Hodge had a stupid grin on her face as she walked to the bed.

The ringing phone went through Hodge’s head like a dentist’s drill. She would have covered her ears had her hands not been trapped

beneath….something. The ring came again, and she dragged her eyes open, then shut them immediately as the light streaming through the window set

what was left of her brain on fire.

“Oh god, just kill me now,” she mumbled, finally yanking her hands free, and managing to reach the phone just as it stopped its infernal jangling.

Her eyes slitted open, carefully this time. She froze as it became readily apparent that the “something” which had trapped her hands was a very warm,