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I was trembling from his expression of desire, my mind shifting to all the filthy things we’d done. And all the ones I wanted to happen again. “If I did, would you save me again?”
He seemed to contemplate the answer then turned toward me, crowding my space. “In a heartbeat, but I might remind you that taking chances isn’t in your best interest.”
“Some of them are. Without taking chances, you might not find what you’re looking for.”
“Is that right?”
I nodded slowly, a lump forming in my throat. “Yes.”
He polished off his drink, placing the glass onto the bar with a thud. “You still on the clock?”
“No. Just getting ready to go back home.” Home. What a ridiculous word for the place I was staying, but it kept me with a roof over my head.
“If you’re staying in town, you need a better place.”
“I doubt there are options for what I can afford.”
“I know a guy. Can’t promise anything but he rents out some decent little places. They ain’t much but they’re better than the fucking Yellowstone Motel.”
“I won’t take handouts.”
Snorting, he managed to inch even closer, the scent of his aftershave permeating every inch of me, igniting another round of dirty thoughts. “And I don’t give them. You can take it or leave it. I’ll just make a phone call.”
“Okay.”
When he backed away, yanking off his jacket and shoving it across the bar, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him. Then without hesitation or asking me a question, he slid his arm around me then pulled the wineglass from my hand, placing it next to his empty glass. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“I ain’t gonna tie you up if that’s what you’re thinking. Yet, anyway. But the night is young and it depends on your bad attitude.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, wrapping his fingers around mine and pulling me into the middle of the crowd. As the band started to play, I couldn’t have been more shocked when he led me to the dancefloor. A man like him danced? I had to be in an alternative universe.
“Bad attitude? Look who’s talking.”
I could tell he was having fun with this. Damn him. When I tried to pull out of his hold, his grip tightened. “You should know by now, sugar, that you aren’t going anywhere until I say so.”
My God. The man had been born in another century. But his aggressive words kept my pussy quivering, my panties damp.
When he swung me around to face him, I pressed my palm against his chest. “I’m not good at this.” I’d loved dancing in my younger days, going out with friends often. I wasn’t certain I could ever feel the same way again.
“Do I look like I’m the kind of man who does this on a regular basis?” He pulled me close, so much so his thick bulge pressed against my stomach.
“No. I guess not.”
“Then we’ll just sway a bit. I figured this wouldn’t spook you.”
“Should it? Should I be scared of you?”
His grin was mischievous. “Yeah, you should, but I think you like that about me.”
“Who said I liked you at all?” I slid my arm around his neck, running my fingers through his thick hair. It was easy to be playful with him, which continued to surprise me. I’d tried to push him away but the gravitational pull existing between us refused to allow that to happen.
“Good point. I guess I’ll need to try harder.” He kept his head lowered, enough so if I rose onto my tiptoes, our lips would mesh together.
It had been rare I’d danced with a man, and his absolute domination of me, his control in everything he did should be a complete turnoff, but it wasn’t. Within seconds, I felt the rhythm as I used to, enjoying the closeness. Maybe too much. He and I weren’t destined to be anything together, certainly not for the long haul. If I was a smart girl, I’d push him away permanently. When he found out what I’d been through and the danger I placed him in by being near him, he’d shut the door between us.
But it was impossible to resist his animal magnetism, the feel of just being in his arms. I was vaguely aware the music had changed, but it didn’t matter. I managed to block out almost everything else but the moment we were sharing. Then I felt a horrible tightness in my chest as the monster’s words reverberated in the back of my mind.
“Once a whore, always a whore.”
