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“What the hell?” She laughs. While I can barely hear it thanks to the music, I can feel it. And damn but if it doesn’t make me feel whole again. “Water? You’re plying me with water?”
“You said whatever I’m drinking, and I’m not drinking tonight.”
We stand there for a moment, just taking each other in.
“That means you’re here just to find someone to take home, then.”
I shake my head. “I’m here to dull the noise in my head. Music. Good company.”
“And I’m good company?”
“You’ve made me smile more tonight than I have in months, so yeah, you’re good company.”
She smiles a smile that tells me she’s hell on wheels and heaven sent, all in one. I am in so much trouble when it comes to this woman, but I’m going to enjoy it.
“Lexie.” A demanding redhead approaches us with a scowl on her face.
“Girlfriend?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
“You wish,” Lexie says.
She’s right. I do.
Chapter3
Lexie
Inoticed Carter Wallace the minute Abbie and I walked into the club. It would have been impossible not to. The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, the man was even breathtaking in a sling. So, yeah, I noticed him alright. What I hadn’t expected was for him to approach me or ask me to dance.
The young girl in me instantly began to crush on the handsome football player. I was giddy inside because, out of all the women in the club, he was flirting with me. He wanted me. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want him, too. Because I do. So bad.
As much as I didn’t want to, I did the right thing and turned him down. He wasn’t giving up that easy, though. No, not Carter. He didn’t make it as far as he has by quitting when things got tough. In true athlete fashion, he persisted. If he wasn’t going to walk away willingly, I was going to have to give him reason to. I was going to have to tell him who I am… who my father is.
He wouldn’t let me. Carter silenced me with his finger against my lips and the touch shot warm heat straight between my thighs. Like any sane woman, I gave in. Besides, all he asked for was a dance. One dance. No big deal.
At least that’s what I thought until he touched me. With his arm around my waist and a hand pressed to my back, I feel a jolt, as though electricity coursed through my veins, igniting something. That feeling opened the floodgates to so much more—undeniable sexual tension, an unexpected ease. Being with him felt… right.
Damn near panting from the feel of his body against mine, I do my best to break free of him when the song ends. Only he won’t let me go, and if I’m honest, I don’t want him to. I need distance, though. Physical distance from the emotional overload, the nearness of him is sending me into.
“Why don’t we get a drink,” I suggest. Anything to keep him near but not too close. Let’s be honest, I could also really use something to cool me off.
“What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
He quirks up an eyebrow at me. “Think you can handle it?”
“I can handle whatever you throw my way.”
Carter leans over the bar and places an order with the bartender, who returns a moment later and sets them on the bar. I lift mine to my lips and take a sip, then cover my mouth with my hand as laughter bubbles over, nearly causing me to spit out the drink.
“You’re plying me with water?”
He presses forward, his body against mine.
The man is like sex on a stick, mixed with a sweet little-boy grin that’s full of mischief.
“Do I really need to ply you with something stronger?”
