They sat there awkwardly for a minute, sipping their wine until Dean finally broke the silence, asking, "Why don't we go out? It's Labor Day weekend and we're in the Hamptons. We should go to a club or something."

"I didn't bring anything to wear to a club. You didn't exactly give me much time to pack," Berkley laughed, looking down at the pair of fleece pajama shorts and lacy tank top with fuzzy slippers she was wearing.

He laughed too. "You and I both know you wouldn't have packed a club dress even if I had," he said, shooting her a smile.

Damn. That flirty smile of his was doing things to her now. She had always been immune to it before, but now it was like she was noticing how cute it was for the first time. It made her cheeks flush slightly as she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down.

"That's true," she said quietly, letting out an exhale.

"I'll just text my aunt and see if she cares if you wear one of the dresses from her closet," Dean said, getting out his phone.

She noticed his hands were a little shaky and unsteady. She felt the same way. She had always felt so comfortable around him her entire life, but now all of a sudden she felt awkward and nervous. It was like her eyes had been opened to how hot he really was and now she couldn't unsee it. Just looking at him made the spot between her legs throb and she squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to stop it.

"Margie said it's fine. You can wear one of her dresses. She said to just hang it up in the bathroom when you're done so she can send it out for dry cleaning."

"Ok," she nodded, getting up and walking towards his Aunt's bedroom, feeling grateful for the distraction.

She walked into Margie's huge walk-in closet that looked like something straight out of a magazine, with rows of glittery, sequins dresses from high-end designers and lit-up shelves full of expensive high heels. Picking something from there would've been a girly-girl's dream come true, but unfortunately she wasn't one so it just felt overwhelming. There were way too many choices. She perused through the dresses, seeing some that looked like they were meant for work events that were way too fancy and formal for a club, and the ones for a night out were all too short, low-cut and sexy. Dean's Aunt Margie was a smoke show and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

She ended up going with the most modest of the sexy dresses she could find, a little black spaghetti strap asymmetrical dress that was tight and low cut enough that she was in real danger of her boobs popping out. The slit up the side was high enough that she was going to flash her underwear getting in and out of the car, but it was her best option.

After taking that dress upstairs and getting ready, she came back downstairs where she found Dean in the kitchen, wearing a pair of nice dark jeans and a crisp white button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, shiny dress shoes and a large silver watch. He looked effortlessly hot and sophisticated as always.

Normally his hotness didn't affect her, but now her face flushed at the sight of him, involuntarily remembering how perfect his chiseled, naked body looked under those clothes. He was sitting at the bar typing away on his phone until he finally looked up and his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened when he saw her. Seeing the way his gaze traced slowly up her body made her insides flutter.

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck before standing up and shoving his phone in his pocket, grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair.

"You ready?" he asked. "Our Uber's already outside." 

They always took an uber when they were going out somewhere and planned to drink.

"Ummm. Yeah," she nodded, looking down at the ground as she followed him outside.

Things definitely felt tense and awkward between them now. I mean what did she expect? How could she have thought they could do something like that and carry on as if nothing happened? Like it was no big deal.

In the back seat of the car there was a large gap between them and Dean's head was turned away from her, staring out the window. Berkley looked over at him, wondering what he was thinking. She looked at his full lips and a memory flashed through her mind of how good those lips had felt pressed up against hers. Then his lips made her think of his tongue and how talented he was with it. She thought about how loud that tongue had made her cry out and that led to her thinking about how good he had felt inside her.

Thinking about it made her start to get damp and achy between her legs again. She cleared her throat and looked away, crossing her legs and trying to get those images out of her head. She needed to forget about what they had done so things could go back to normal between them. She wondered how long it was going to take to forget.

When they finally got to the club, Dean walked around and opened her door for her, placing his hand on the small of her back as he lead her towards the line waiting to get in. Normally that small touch from him would have had no effect on her, but now, it sent a shiver across her skin as they walked towards the open door of the club with a thumping bass beat coming from inside.

"ID's please," the huge bouncer next to the door told them, checking their age before stamping both of their hands with an under 21 stamper that glowed neon green. Dean handed him the money to pay for their entry fees, before putting his hand on the small of her back again as he led them through the doors and into the club.

Feeling his light touch on her bare skin that was exposed by her open back dress made her feel like she could literally melt into a puddle right there on the floor. She felt a strong urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him before dragging him into the bathroom so he could have his way with her. Just thinking about it almost made her want to moan right then and there in the middle of the crowded club. That thought made her laugh internally at herself.

She knew if she confessed how she was feeling to Dean, he would say 'I told you so' and then he would think she was just another one of the desperate, crazy, clingy girls that got obsessed with him after having sex. That was the last thing she wanted him to see her as. She knew it wouldn't end well for her, because it hadn't ended well for the others. Anytime a girl fell too hard for Dean he pushed them away because the man had serious commitment phobia.

She let out an exhale, trying to erase her mind of those inappropriate thoughts about him. She had to stop thinking about him like that or she could risk losing him.

As they walked through the crowd, Dean pulled her off to the side and looked around before slipping a packet out of his back pocket and ripping it open with his teeth, pulling out an alcohol wipe.

A couple years ago he had discovered that those particular wipes were the only thing that could wash off the under 21 hand stamps so they could buy alcohol, and they had used them a few times since then. Sometimes the man was too damn smart for his own good.

He wiped his off and then hers and said, "C'mon. Let's go get a drink," slipping his hand into hers and leading the way. Holding his hand was nothing new. They held hands all the time and didn't think anything of it, but for some reason that small, insignificant gesture felt more intimate now.

Dean walked up to the bar and took out his wallet, throwing down a few bills as he asked confidently, "Can I have eight shots of your best tequila for me and my friend here please?"

"Sure thing cutie," the hot female bartender said, with a smile and a wink. She looked like she was in her early 20's and she had long, sleek blonde hair and her top was so low cut that her boobs were practically right in Dean's face as she leaned over the bar towards him. She was giving him 'the look'. The one that said, you can take me home and tie me up and do anything you want to me.

The bartender watched him down two shots with a sexy smirk on her face, while she undressed him with her eyes, looking at him like he was a piece of Grade A meat. A pang of jealousy hit Berkley and she was just about to yell at her to stop looking at her man like that, but then she remembered that Dean wasn't her man. They were just friends.

She had no right to be jealous or angry. She wasn't his girlfriend and he was free to hook up with whoever he wanted, but for some reason the thought of him having sex with another woman made a knot form in her stomach and she suddenly felt nauseous.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat and realized she desperately needed a drink. She walked up to the bar next to him and grabbed one of the shot glasses and threw it back, feeling the burn sliding down her throat.

"We're gonna need a lot more of these," she said, taking a second one and drinking it down.

"Whoa there," he laughed. "This is some really strong tequila. If you don't want me to have to carry you out of here later, I suggest you slow down. You know you're a lightweight," Dean said, taking another shot himself before sucking on a lemon slice.

"That just means it's cheaper for me to get drunk. Last time I checked, that's a good thing," Berkley told him, grabbing a third shot glass and drinking it down just as fast, wincing from the burn.

"Dude. Okay, now you're officially cut off. If you drink any more you're gonna be trashed," Dean laughed, shaking his head as he took his third shot too.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned in very close to his face, so close that her lips were almost touching his as she stared directly into his eyes. "I already have a Dad, Dean Bradshaw. I don't need another one," she whispered seductively against his mouth, hearing him swallow hard as his lips parted slightly, like he was preparing to kiss her.

While she had him distracted, she cleverly slipped her arm around behind his back and picked up the fourth shot glass, lifting it up to her mouth and quickly tipping it back in one swift motion before he had a chance to stop her.

His jaw dropped in shock when he realized that she had just tricked him and she gave him a triumphant smile, laughing.

Right then 'Post Malone - WOW' came on and the bass thumped right through her body and her hips started moving to it.

"Yes! I need to dance. I'll catch up with you later Deanie Weenie," she told him, leaning in and giving his cheek a kiss before turning around and walking towards the crowded dance floor.

"Hey! You promised not to call me that anymore!" he shouted after her.

"Yeah and you promised not to interfere in my love life anymore, so I guess we're even!" she shouted back at him, walking away with a wave and a big grin on her face as he glared after her, shaking his head and holding back a smile.

The club was packed because of it being Labor Day weekend so there were bodies everywhere, filling up the dance floor and every table and bar around the place was occupied. Even the second floor VIP section overlooking the dance floor was packed.

This club wasn't like the ones back home in Boston. This one was in the Hamptons, which meant it was full of extremely wealthy, young people that were on vacation and ready to get drunk and have a wild, crazy night.

Berkley made her way out to the center of the dance floor and raised her arms above her head and started swaying her hips to the music. She closed her eyes and just let the music move her. The alcohol had definitely kicked in and she was buzzing hard. A minute later she felt someone come up behind her and she smelled a rugged cologne right before she felt a hand wrap around her waist.

"Do you mind if I dance with you sweetheart?" he whispered into her ear. Feeling the tickle of his breath on her neck gave her a shiver. She turned around to face him and saw a guy in his mid 20's, dressed so preppy that he looked like he belonged to a fancy yacht club.

She had seen plenty of those types of guys around the fishing piers her Dad took her to growing up. He had shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes and he was tall and thin, but looked athletic.

"Sure. You can dance with me handsome," she said with a smile. The tequila was giving her confidence she didn't normally have. He stepped forward and put his hands on her waist and pulled her body against his as they both started bouncing to the beat of the music.

He looked down at her chest and said, "Wow. You have a beautiful body."

"Ummm. Thank you?" she laughed awkwardly. That was kind of a random thing to say to someone he just met.

She looked over and noticed Dean dancing not too far away with a tall, hot blonde with huge, fake boobs that looked like Pamela Anderson back in her Baywatch days. She was turned around with her back to him, grinding her butt against his crotch. Seeing that made Berkley angry and she clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at them.

Dean was looking down at that woman with his hands on her hips but then suddenly he looked up right at Berkley and his eyes locked onto hers. She gasped and quickly looked away with her face flushing red, embarrassed that she had been caught watching him.

She looked back up at the guy she was dancing with and gave him a forced smile and a weak laugh. It was so awkward dancing this close with a complete stranger.

He smiled back at her with his bright, white smile and asked, "So what's your name?"

"Berkley. What's yours?" she yelled so he could hear her over the loud music.

"Gavin Lockwood."

She nodded, not sure what else to ask him. He was hot, but being this up close and personal with a complete stranger was out of her comfort zone and made her clam up.

Her eyes glanced back across the dance floor at Dean and she noticed he was the one watching her now, even though he was still dancing with that woman. She suddenly felt the urge to make him feel as jealous as he was making her feel.

She looked back up at Gavin Lockwood and without thinking, she pulled him down and crashed her mouth against his. He was stunned at first, but slowly started kissing her back, pulling in at her waist to bring her body against his. He tasted like mint and expensive bourbon, and he was a good kisser, but kissing him didn't give her butterflies like kissing Dean had.

She turned around, facing her back to him and put her arms up around his neck as she arched her back, grinding her butt against his crotch. He responded with a throaty groan, kissing her neck and grabbing onto her hips, pressing himself up against her.

Suddenly she was yanked away from him by Dean and he said, "We're leaving" as he pulled her towards the door.