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Lisbeth barked out a laugh. Two minutes ago, she was two kisses away from letting it happen until fate intervened in the form of a drunk couple looking to do what she almost did.
She had to believe the couple barging into the office was a sign she and Samson were making a colossal mistake. In essence, the interruption saved her and cemented her future with Edward.
“You know how it is, hun. Women see shit way before men. If it ain’t riding their dick, they’re completely clueless. Even my guy, Boa. I fuckin’ love him to death, but he can be a clueless asshole sometimes.”
Lisbeth smiled despite herself. Madeline had a way of putting the truth out there for all to see.
“And if you need further proof, you and Samson have chemistry. I saw it in his office the first night at Club Wicked. He was sneaking looks at you, and you were doing the same thing right back at him. And when he sat next to you on the couch—shit, sparks flew all over the damn room. Even the guys noticed it. Cobra ribbed the shit outta Samson after you left.”
“He did?”
“Sure as fuck did, but don’t worry, hun, your man kept it tight. He didn’t say shit about you or him or whatever the hell you two got goin’ on.”
“We don’t have anything going on. We—”
“Holy shit!” Madeline’s kohl-rimmed eyes bugged out wide. “I get it now. You two knew each other before the other night, huh? Like another time and place? Explains the heat between you.”
“Heat? Now, you’re just exaggerating. We barely talked that night, and we surely didn’t say anything about our past, so how did you—”
“Hun, you’d have to be blind not to see it. Even Boa mentioned it to me, and he only pays attention to his computer screen, my boys, and me. Although sometimes I have to stand buck-ass naked in front of him.”
“You’re too much.” Lisbeth huffed out a laugh, envious of the woman for her clarity and willingness to speak her truths—something Lisbeth struggled with daily.
“Plus, you both were stinkin’ adorable and looked hot as fuck together.”
“You’re right. We did know each other back in New York.”
“I knew it.” Madeline fist-pumped over her head.
“It wasn’t meant to be then, and it’s not meant to be now. Tonight proved it.” Lisbeth paused. “Just when we were on the verge of doing something we both would’ve regretted, we got interrupted. It was like someone threw a bucket of cold water on me and saved me from making a huge mistake.”
“Ohhhgirl, Boa and I are always getting interrupted with him running out to do club shit and my boys raising hell, but the real question is—did it feel like a mistake before the interruption?”
Lisbeth’s brain wrestled with that one. She was an engaged woman set to be married in three months, so of course, being with Samson was a mistake, but the tingly vibrations he sent up her spine and down to her—
“C’mon, you’re giving this way too much thought. Don’t think about the past, just the here and now, then spit it out from the gut. Did being with Samson tonight feel like a mistake?”
Lisbeth bit her lower lip, then whispered, “No.”
Madeline paused, a slow smile covering her face. “Take it from a gal who’s made a shit-ton of mistakes in the man department. When your gut tells you something, you gotta listen.”
* * *
Samson tried to make sense of what had just happened. There was no way he’d believe Lisbeth didn’t want it as much as he did. Her body didn’t lie, and neither did his. Sure, a lot of years had passed, but they couldn’t deny their pull toward each other—one they always had.
She just refused to see it because the one trait he admired the most about her was what held her back. Lisbeth had committed to another guy and felt obligated to see it through, but that didn’t make it right. Samson wouldn’t let her slip through his fingers again. It was bad enough he had to do it once.
He stormed through the club, determined to find her, but the crowds and flashing colored lights made it impossible to see.
Nick flanked him. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Had to take care of something.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “Quit living in the past and move on.”
“That’s your advice?” A few guys pushed past them on their way to the men’s room.
“You can’t afford to get yourself twisted up with some chick you can’t have. I gotta have you on point and thinking straight 'cause you know any sign of weakness, and Frank will be more than willing to swoop in and pick up the pieces.”
