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“Are those my only two options?”
“Well, you could always just tell me you want to get out of here,” he says, leaning in closer. “And then I can see what that dress looks like on my floor.”
Snapping out of the hypnotic state his voice put me in, I can’t help but laugh at his bluntness and absurdity. “Yeah, no. That’s not going to happen. My dress is only coming off by me, and I’m going to be alone when I do it. And besides, you brought a date.”
“I can call her a cab.”
“Alex, you’re missing the point.” He’s got to be joking, right? Do women fall for this?
“No, I’m not missing your point. But I noticed you’re not here with anyone. No boyfriend?”
“No. Not that that matters.”
“It does,” he says, pulling me against his torso. And I can feel everything. From his chest to his hips, I feel every solid inch of him, and I stumble a step in our dance before recovering. “So, what do you say?”
“To what?” I ask, a little breathless. His arms are like ropes tethering me to his body, my pulse thrumming a little faster through my veins.
Smiling, his green eyes gleam with mischief. Leaning down, he presses his warm cheek against mine, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I want to make you fall apart, Melanie.”
A shiver runs through me, and I grip the short hair at the nape of his neck on instinct, my eyes closing at the sound of my name from his lips.
I open my mouth to tell him no, or yes, or I don’t know actually, but then a scream startles me out of my jumbled thoughts, and my eyes snap open.
His date–whoever she is–is splayed out on the grass just before the dance floor, a look of pure bitch directed right at me.
Well, shit.
“I think your date hurt herself.”
My arms fall to my sides, but he just tightens his grip around my waist.
“She’ll be fine.”
“Alex, come on, she hurt herself. I should go see if she’s okay.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a nurse, and I hate seeing people in pain. No matter the fact that she looks like she wants to murder me right now.”
Dropping his arms, he takes a small step back. “Thank you for the dance. Tonight, I’ll be dreaming of taking that dress off of you.” He winks, and I sway a little where I stand.
I have no response. My eyes dart to his lips and then back to his heated green eyes for one last torturous glance before I walk over to his date. Well, sort of walk, sort of stumble as I think about being naked with Alex.
“Hi, I’m a nurse. Are you hurt?” I ask, and her dark eyes narrow.
“I twisted my ankle when I saw you dancing withmydate. Who evenareyou?” She sneers.
Okay, so she’s as bitchy as she looks, then.
“I’m Melanie. One of the bride’s best friends. Now, do you need help? I can look at your ankle if you want.”
Sighing loudly, she rolls her eyes. “Fine. Alex, help me up,” she demands, and he suddenly appears next to her, helping her to her feet. Supporting her weight as they walk over to their table, she takes a seat, and I lift her leg onto the chair next to her to start a cursory exam.
I can feel Alex right next to me, his close proximity an awareness that I can’t shake. It takes everything in me to not shove him away so I can focus.
“Does this hurt?” I ask, pressing down in various places around her left ankle.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she bites her lip and nods. “Yeah, it does,” she admits, and then narrows her eyes at me when she remembers she’s a bitch. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need your help,” she fires at me, her mouth twisting in disdain.
