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“Well,” I huff, then whisper to myself, “this place sure as hell
isn’t getting a raving review for their customer service.”
I pick up my drink and take a gulp, letting the alcohol wash away all of my doubts and uncertainties. If I can’t get information from the staff, I guess I’ll just have to try a different approach. I swear I feel his eyes on me again, and this time, I turn quickly in his direction, but
no, he’s not paying any attention to me whatsoever.
“Alright,” I whisper to myself again. “I’ll make myself hardnotto notice.”
Another large gulp has me finishing my drink and I can feel the heat sliding down my throat and into my chest. I haven’t picked up a drink in the past year so it’s literally running right through me as I walk over to the DJ booth and up the three steps until he can see me. I smile seductively and run a hand down my hair, slick and straight, stopping my hand level with my breasts. Just like a good trained dog, his eyes take in exactly what I want him to see, and just like the girl in the booth, I lean over, giving him a better view.
“Can I make a request?” I have to yell so he can hear me above the loud speakers.
“Anything for pretty little lady,” he smirks back.
I make my request and descend the stairs, waiting for my song to come on. As soon as I hear the first beat drop, I make my way into the middle of the dance floor. I don’t even care that I’m dancing alone. If experience has taught me anything, I won’t be alone for long.
I start to sway my hips to the sexy and seductive beat ofRude Boy. The lyrics are a direct hit to the rude king sitting in the booth.
A taunt.
A challenge.
A promise.
I make slow seductive circles with my hips as I turn around in a slow circle so I can eye the booth without appearing to look. Fuck me! He’sstillnot looking at me. What in the world does a girl have to do? Strip down and streak through the bar? I complete the circle,
giving the booth my back again, and now I’m face-to-face with
someone whoispaying attention.
He's taller than me, but not by much, with the four-inch heels I have on. I’m putting him at roughly six feet. He’s got a decent build but not as broad as I typically prefer. His face is average, but then again, every face I’ll ever lay my eyes on will be average compared tohis. Either way, he’ll do just fine for the moment.
He licks his lips and smirks, taking my hands in his. I let him. “Damn girl, you look fine as hell. You here by yourself?”
“Maybe,” I shrug, giving him a smirk of my own.
He spins me around and then pulls me in against his chest, his hands lowering to my hips that are still swaying to the music. I run my hands down his chest, giving myself a bit more space as I drop seductively, ass to the floor, in front of him. That puts my face in line with his crotch which, obviously, is the visual every man wants. I make eye contact with him as I slowly rise back up. Unlike with the rude boy stubbornly sitting in the booth, the heat in these eyes is unmistakable.
I have to restrain myself from rolling mine. Men are so fucking predictable in their horniness. He’s only thinking with his small head now and I’m so…disappointed. I thought I’d feel a swell of pride at finding some of my old self again, at being able to still get a man’s attention, but his attention is underwhelming.
Unwanted.
Unreciprocated.
There’s only one man’s attention I want and, once again, he’s made it crystal fucking clear that he wants absolutely nothing to do with me.
That’s when I feel two large hands wrap around my arms and pull me back with so much strength that I stumble in my high heels, a small scream escaping from my throat.
But I don’t fall.
Instead, my back is flush against a rock-solid stomach and chest, and the familiar scent ofhimwashes over me and eases my rising panic. I’m suddenly drowning in the scent of leather and my skin is thrumming with fire and excitement from where he’s touching me, where I’m being held against him. The heat of his body seeps through my thin dress, only adding to the fire dancing across my skin and pooling between my legs.
Unlike the man I was just dancing with, he towers over me. He must be six-five, easily, blocking out the light from above, the crowd that was just around me, blocking out fuckingeverything.
He’s all I feel.
And I swear I can feel him in my very soul.
