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The purr rattling in my chest was thankfully drowned out by the music, but my smile couldn’t be covered in the same way. “Are you this flirty with all of the women you meet?”
Wiz shrugged a shoulder. “I think I’m just very good at matching people’s energy. Besides, I’m not the one who blurted about how handsome I am a few minutes ago, am I?”
A surprised laugh bubbled out of me. “You really do match energy, don’t you? Well, match this then.”
Leaning forward I pressed my lips to his, slow and languid and waited for his response.
I’d been right about the level of instant attraction I was feeling for the other alpha. Tingles of it sparkled between us as he cupped my face in his hands and dragged me across the bench to him.
The scent of cloves was even stronger now and it filled my nose as he gave my bottom lip a nip. I could also taste the beer we’d been drinking on his lips as our tongues danced together and it made my head feel even fuzzier than the alcohol did.
After a few agonizingly wonderful seconds, he pulled away. “Well? Did I pass muster, gorgeous?”
I nodded, a bit speechless as I took another long pull of my drink and eyed the doors on the other side of the club. We couldn’t go back to my room as I was sharing with my stepsister Penelope who was probably already fast asleep. That complicated things, but I wondered what Wiz’s roommate situation was like.
“Where do you normally play hockey?” I asked absentmindedly as my brain tried to work out a solution that would get me into the man’s pants the fastest.
“I’ve been playing for the Kansas City Rockets for the past five years, but it’s starting to sound like I’ll be in your neck of the woods this upcoming season,” Wiz said, his fingers fiddling with the strap of the black dress I was wearing.
I blinked, my mental calculations coming to an abrupt halt. “Come again? You’re going to come to the Stallions?”
“Yeah, Colt Stone saw me play in one of the earlier rounds and wants to make a trade,” Wiz explained with a grin. “I’m from Washington actually, so it’s what I’ve been angling for since I started playing professionally, my mom will be thrilled.”
His words were like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head, immediately checking the swell of lust that had been steadily forming since we’d kissed.
If he was coming to Washington, would he be okay with just a one night stand? Definitely not after talking about the other players who were sleeping around at the Olympics.
“I need to use the restroom,” I mumbled and abruptly stood from the booth.
Wiz’s dark brows drew together with confusion. “Are you all right?”
I nodded, swallowing hard on my internal panic. “Peachy. I’ll be right back.”
Ducking through the crowd, I was suddenly grateful that the entrance to the public restroom was outside rather than in the club. It would make my escape that much easier.
You can’t keep doing this, a little voice in my head whispered as I stepped into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.
My brown cheeks were dusky with the flush of all of the alcohol I consumed tonight and my pupils were still blown from the kiss that had made my toes curl.
Just because he’s going to be coming to Seattle doesn’t mean he’d want a relationship, the voice continued, almost mockingly. Besides, you can’t be afraid of all relationships forever. It’s getting really old at this point.
I ignored the voice, shoving it into the back of my mind as I splashed cold water on my neck and shoulders.
Standing up straight I locked eyes with myself in the mirror. “You’re going to go in there and tell him that you’re going back to our hotel for the night. It’s the polite thing to do,” I said, pointing at the bitch who looked far too weak to be me.
The alpha part of me didn’t like that, my instincts were still screaming for some kind of release and they wanted the handsome man in the back of the club to be the one to do it.
Shaking the instincts away I stepped back onto the sidewalk, fully intending to go back into the club and tell Wiz I couldn’t do anything more with him tonight.
“Ciara?” a familiar voice called and my entire body stiffened at the sound of it.
The last time I’d heard that voice had been the phone conversation I’d had with him three years ago. One that had sealed my resolve to never be in a relationship or, hell, to even sleep with someone more than a handful of times.
I had a feeling that he’d be here. It was always his goal to go to the Olympics, telling me all about it when our legs were tangled together after a bout of lovemaking that still popped up in my dreams every once in a while.
The desire to pretend like I hadn’t heard him and hurry back into the club nearly won out, but knowing the owner of the voice, he’d probably just follow me inside.
Turning, I found Leith Dougall standing on the sidewalk, flanked by two men. One of which, I realized, I already knew.
