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“I’m fine. Really.” I knew my words wouldn’t be heeded. When the band switched songs, the entire table screeched their happiness as to the choice, the girls guzzling their drinks before heading toward the dance floor.
“Live a little, honey,” Shelly advised, tugging on my arm.
“I do just fine, thank you very much.”
“Come on. Dance.”
“Maybe later. I will have that drink.” I hung back, gritting my teeth as I watched the group taking over a significant portion of the dance floor. As the waiter approached, his grin far too mischievous, I wanted nothing more than to shrink into the woodwork. This just wasn’t me.
“What will you have, beautiful lady?” He’d obviously been told the reason for the gathering.
“Just a glass of red wine. Do you have a menu?”
He cocked his head, obviously amused. “This is a country bar.”
“Then whatever you have, which I suppose is rotgut red.” Sighing, I rolled my eyes and remained tense, the loud music and significant crowd suffocating. I couldn’t help scanning the interior, almost jealous there were so many people having a good time.
The pulsing beat was getting on my nerves, country bar or not.
“Hey, sugar,” a gruff voice said.
“I’m not interested,” I said without looking at him. I didn’t care if he was Henry Cavill, I still wouldn’t be interested.
Because you have a thing for Snake.
Now my little voice had to act up again. Great. It was going to be a long night.
At least the guy shuffled off without making a scene.
I tried to act like I was having a good time when the girls continually tried to get me to come onto the dance floor, but I couldn’t let go of the strange sensations. As the wine arrived, I nodded politely, reaching for my wallet. I wasn’t going to stay long enough to run a tab.
“No need,” he said. “One of the cowboys bought the drink.”
My entire body went tense, my mouth suddenly dry as fear swept through my system. “Where is he?” I wasn’t entirely certain he’d heard me given my hoarse whisper. No. It was just another cowboy who thought he’d get lucky tonight and nothing more.
The waiter gave me a onceover then pointed to the other side of the room. “Over there. Blue shirt. He seemed real into you.”
Why did I have the feeling the waiter wasn’t certain why? Perfect for my ego.
I was forced to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm the increasing terror. Then I managed to find the courage to turn halfway around, shifting so I could catch a good look at the sender.
Relief shifted into my system first followed by the tingling sensations I’d had when I’d spent time with the grumpy cowboy with the glistening eyes. Snake. While he was trying not to pay any attention to me, I noticed he’d taken three quick glances in less than a heartbeat.
Hmm… Maybe I’d gotten to the man. At least I wasn’t losing my touch.
Somehow, the moniker just didn’t suit him. I debated whether I should go over and offer my thanks. If I did, what would that mean? Was this just a friendly gesture? Why was I overthinking it?
Go tell him thank you. Don’t be a bitch.
I rolled my eyes as I twirled the wineglass back and forth. My inner voice was pushy as hell. But she was right. I didn’t need to be rude. If I was determined to continue working with him, then the polite thing to do would be to say ‘thank you’ and to make certain he knew what had occurred before could never happen again.
Even if just the thought about what we’d shared drove a lightning bolt straight through me, firecrackers finishing off the electric event. I casually took a sip, doing what I could to calm my nerves.
And my dark desires.
I took another sip and grimaced. Where did they get the stuff, a convenience store? It was terrible.
“Why don’t you come dance with me?” This time the voice was more demanding.
