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I signaled the bartender for another and got a nod in response.
Determined not to punch my club brother in the face and make it not nearly as handsome as so many females thought it was, I turned to watch the girl who was still on stage. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the lighting over her, but when I did, I felt an instant pull that I hadn’t felt in weeks.
My dick came to life, making me wonder if I had been right in the first place to think I couldn’t stay faithful to one woman. If that was the case, then I was in trouble, because I had been looking forward to having a chance with Quinn. However, if I couldn’t be faithful to her, then I couldn’t—wouldn’t—break her heart.
I tried to look away, tried to think about the female who had latched on to my heart, but the harder I resisted, the more entranced I became with the girl dancing.
My eyes skimmed over every inch of her I could see, and right then, there was very little I couldn’t. She was topless, in nothing but a pair of fuck me boots and her leather shorts that left nothing to the imagination.
Her jet-black hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, curled to perfection in a way that made me think it wasn’t really all her hair, if any of it was. I knew that some of the girls wore wigs, sometimes more than one throughout the night, to go with each outfit they wore. I wondered what color her hair really was, if it went with her perfect porcelain skin …
That damned honeysuckles and sunshine scent hit my senses again, pulling me back from eye-fucking the chick on the stage. That scent, coupled with how gorgeous this chick was, made me think of Quinn, and that only made my already aching body harder.
I shifted, and my eyes went back to the lacey mask she was wearing. I couldn’t help imagining what she looked like, and without realizing I was doing it, I pictured Quinn’s face on this little sexpot.
I couldn’t see her eyes, but I imagined her gaze was locked on to mine, just as mine were on her, and my body began to throb.
She continued to dance, while I let the rest of the room fade. It was just me and her. She was giving me my own private little show, and with every sway of that incredible body of hers, I grew hungrier and hungrier.
Maybe it was a good thing I had pussied out and hadn’t knocked on Quinn’s door …
One of the college guys moved up to the stage, breaking the spell the sexy, little goddess had weaved over me. My jaw tensed with each passing moment as he lingered. When she stopped dancing and glared down at the guy, I realized he was doing more than just lingering for a better look. He was touching her.
He was fucking touching her.
I saw another new bouncer sitting beside the stage. As the girl stepped back, trying to put distance between her and the college preppy, the bouncer started to move. He was closer, but I was faster.
I had almost reached them when the girl fell, the thunk echoing even over her loud music. Inches from him, I heard her scream, and my already building rage hit a boiling point.
I grabbed the preppy by the back of his shirt and jerked him away from her. Taking hold on his hair in one hand, I swung him around and planted my fist in his face, enjoying the satisfying feel and crunch of bone and cartilage under my knuckles.
The guy screamed, bringing his hands to his nose as blood gushed forward like a geyser. “What—” he started to yell in surprise, causing blood to spray everywhere, when I punched him again, knocking his pervy ass out.
The bouncer had finally reached the girl and was about to help her up, but I dropped the
hold I still had on the preppy and pushed the bouncer out of my way. Bending, I grasped the girl by the waist and helped her stand. She trembled and fell against me, making my body shudder at her touch.
Fuck, I needed to fuck this female. Needed to touch her and taste her …
That familiar scent flooded my nose, and my entire body went still when I heard her small gasp.
No.
There was no way, I told myself. No way she would do something like this.
Quinn was a good girl. She wouldn’t …
I wrapped my arm around her waist, anchoring her to me as I lifted my hand and pulled her mask up before she could guess at what I was going to do.
I didn’t have to move farther than her lips to know I had been wrong, that Quinn would in fact do something like take a job where she would show off her body for the world to see.
I tightened my hold on her and forced myself to finish taking the mask the rest of the way off, needing to look into her eyes.
Her lashes lowered as I exposed the rest of her face to my hungry gaze, hiding what she was thinking. I reached for her hair next and pulled the stupid black wig off. I couldn’t believe I had actually liked this damn thing only a few minutes before.
Her beautiful blonde hair was pull into a tight knot on top of her head and pinned in place so the wig had set into place.
Slowly, as if she was afraid of me, she lifted her lashes and met my gaze. For a moment, I saw vulnerability shining in those blue depths, but then her eyes hardened and she lifted a brow at me boldly.
