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Chapter Three
The club is crowded, but we have our own little section reserved for our group. I was right about all the bridesmaids being completely different than I am and all of them seem hell bent on making sure everyone on social media knows what we’re doing. I’ve dodged most of the pictures, but my sister did manage to get a couple before we started dancing.
Alcohol is coming to us in an endless cycle and I’ve not missed a single rotation. My reservations about tonight have slipped away with each drink and I’m now smack in the middle of the dance floor, not caring about a single person around me.
I feel a hard body invade the space behind me, grinding on my ass as I’m pulled flush against him. A strong arm comes around and brushes over the front of my dress. We continue to move with the music while his hand begins to get lower and this is when I get smart enough to put a stop to it. I feel his face next to mine, so I turn to see the man with the moves.
“Mr. Darkness. I should’ve known.” I turn fully around and put a gap between us on the dance floor just as Max comes to my rescue. I hold a hand up and then speak into Max’s ear.
“I’ll dance with him. Just watch and make sure he doesn’t get out of control.”
I attempt to move freely… with at least a foot of space between the two of us, only to have him pull me against his body again, surrounding me with his scent.
“You aren’t where you said you’d be.” He speaks against my face just as the song changes to a slow one.
“Yeah, so sue me.” I pull my head back, purposely putting some space between us again.
“Are you always this defiant?” He leans over me, taking away the gap I just attempted to create.
“Who says I’m being defiant? In case you haven’t noticed, I answer to no one.” His smile is as if he’s challenging my words. There’s no doubt he’s not used to anyone talking back to him.
“So you call me Mr. Darkness?”
“Yes. I don’t know your real name.”
“Why don’t you just ask me?”
“I’m not interested.” His laughter surprises me. He has a sexy laugh… or I’m drunk and imagining things, either is a possibility at this point.
“Right. Neither am I.” He swings me around in some fancy dance move; I have no choice but to let him lead with his strength.
“I can tell. Are you the one emailing me too?”
“Possibly. Are you Camille Richards?” He twirls me once again, l land against his chest with an awkward thud.
“Yes.”
“I like how you called a job prospect from a phone I gave you.”
“I like how you have multiple numbers like a criminal.”
“When you work in the crazy industry I do, you like to have options. Sometimes I want my privacy and no distractions.” That’s something I can respect. I would want to have a phone I carry that only the important people knew about. Not that I should be in that category for him.
“What makes you think I’m the one you want for this project?” That damn smirk again. I swear he’s doing it on purpose.
“Call it a hunch.” I barely hear his response when I see my sister and her friends dancing just over his shoulder. They’re out of it even more than I am, swaying around like they’re in some drug induced high. “Let me buy you a drink.”
“Is this what you ask all the women just before you put them on a leash?” His deep chested laughter vibrates against my hardened nipples, making them even more sensitive.
“Are you bothered by the leash, Camille?”
“Yes.”
“What if I told you it’s one of her fantasies and I just helped her play it out?”
“Then I’d tell you she’s fucked up.” He simply nods with a small smile and looks at me even closer, like he’s trying to see through me.
“What’s one of your fantasies, Camille?”
