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She nodded slowly, intent on retaining eye contact.
My fingers brushed at the smooth skin of her inner thigh, and I felt the slight tremble of the muscle there.
I made her nervous. I could see it in her eyes and in the way she held her breath.
My palm heated over her skin, and my fingers reached the hem of her dress. I pushed the soft fabric up by only an inch then stalled to give her a moment to push me away or give me any indication that I was pushing her toward a limit.
Her lashes dropped, and her lips parted.
I leaned in, bringing my fingers to her jaw to draw her closer. My neck heated under my collar. I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to have her gasping my name as if it were the last oxygen she’d ever breathe. Every sense she had would be ensnared by my essence. No craving would be sated or thirst quenched if it wasn’t provided by my hands.
As quickly as I could imagine the taste of her lips on my tongue, a voice tore through the thick tension.
“Evie!”
Rhomi. Her words and hands ripped Evie away from me and dragged her up to her feet.
“We have to go. This asshole just tried to shove his hand up my dress in front of everyone,” Rhomi shrieked loud enough that several other groups turned around to see the commotion.
Evie looked down at me, an apology on her face.
A rush of anger bloomed in my chest as I searched the dance floor. Orobas was drunkenly stumbling toward us with no trace of remorse for interrupting what would have been a pivotal moment. He blasted an insult to Rhomi then gestured for her to fellate him.
“I—” Evie stole one last glance at me before Rhomi pulled her toward Jordan and Tiffany, who were waiting for them at the top of the stairs.
Orobas sank into the booth across from me, exasperated by the scorn he’d just received. “Prudish bitch. She would have been lucky to have had me for a night.”
“In your state, you wouldn’t have stayed conscious long enough for your clothes to come off,” I scolded, but he shrugged it off coolly. “You owe me for that interruption.”
“You should be thanking me. I’d bet good money that she will be pounding on your door within the day to finish what was started.”
“Ten thousand,” I said through gritted teeth. I was furious and petty.
“Twenty. If she finds you in the next”—he glanced down at his watch then back up to me with a sloppy grin—“twelve hours, you owe me twenty thousand dollarsandthat pretty new sports car you won off Sitri in Vegas.”
“You don’t even drive.”
“No. But you do.” His malicious grin sent a sparkle to his glassy eyes.
I huffed. “You really are the worst of us.”
“Tell Seere that fact when you see him, won’t you? He likes to believe he is the baddest of the bad.”
I rolled my eyes and lost myself and the rest of the night in the bottom of a whiskey glass.
12
EVIE
Rhomi’s hand around my wrist tightened as we made our way across the first-level dance floor to the lockers. I pulled out my ticket to scan as the music pounded in my ears. It had been much quieter upstairs, and the sudden blast from the DJ booth was causing tension behind my eyes. A migraine was going to be my only companion when I got home. And because of both issues, I was not feeling sympathetic to Rhomi’s egregious complaints.
The locker attendant called from the end of the row, but the syllables were lost. I looked over Tiffany’s shoulder to see the brother I had been dancing with earlier coming toward us.
He bent low and spoke over the music. “You’re welcome anytime.”
He handed me a card then turned back, disappearing into the crowd once again.
The small square was void of all color and space, it seemed. Jordan held my purse out into my hands. That was when I noticed that they were practically carrying Tiffany on their shoulder. I tucked the card into my bag and helped Jordan walk Tiffany out of the building.
