CARMEN

Andy's lips parted but he didn't speak. He was still far too dazed by what he'd just watched.

But I wasn't done. The adrenaline from the tequila I'd consumed and the look on Derek’s face had simply turned me into a bitch in heat.

I stood there, the tingling sensation in my lower belly and the ache in-between my legs still perfectly in place.

"What?" I shrugged nonchalantly as I looked round the room. “It's just a fucking game. Get over it.”

Andy blinked, finally snapping out of the trance I’d put him in. He cleared his throat, looking down at the empty cups on the table. "Uh, actually,...