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“What?” he asks, tipping his head.
“Nothing. I’m just having a really good time with you. Thank you.” Heat flames my face, my heart stuttering in my chest.
“Me too.” He spins me around, and I swear I’m floating more than dancing right now.
Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me up against his chest and I breathe him in. His clean scent, all his charm and goodness, soaking up this perfect moment.
“May I cut in?” A deep voice interrupts our dance and my gut clenches.
Bentley.
9
MADISON LEIGH
Spence glancesfrom me to Bentley, then back at me. Tipping his head, he raises one dark brow in question. I give him a slight nod and Spence loosens his grip, dropping his hand from my waist.
Before he steps aside though, he leans down, brushing his lips softly against mine. My breath catches, a warm glow radiating through me, and I kiss him back.
After a few seconds we untangle and Spence winks at me before dropping my hand and stepping aside.
“I’ll be right over there.” He motions to the edge of the dance floor and I nod, happy he’ll be nearby.
Bentley wastes no time, swooping in and gripping my hips possessively, moving into the space like he owns it. Like he owns me.
He presses up against me, our lower bodies touching, and it feels—intimate. His strong, familiar cologne mingles with the scent of whiskey, tickling my nostrils. Splaying his large hands across my back, his fingers dip low, then lower still as he spins me across the floor in perfect tempo with the music. Strong, confident, sure of himself.
“You look stunning, Madison.” Bentley’s smooth voice breaks the frosty silence between us. He gazes down at me, his pupils dark and wide.
He’s clearly still into me, judging by the bulge in his pants. I should feel happy, vindicated.
But I don’t.
All I feel is aggravated, overpowered by his looming presence. My chest squeezes, panic clawing at my throat, and I can barely force sound through my tight lips.
Somehow, I manage to utter a half-hearted, “Thanks. How’s Shavonne, by the way? Doesn’t she like to dance?”
Bentley takes the jab in stride, spinning me around in a showy circle before jerking me back into his orbit.
“She’s fine. Everything doesn’t have to be awkward between the two of us, you know. We could still be friends.”
“Friends, Bentley?” My voice tips up, hovering dangerously close to shrill territory. “Friends? Yousleptwith your hygienist while we were dating.”
“I do regret that. I should have told you about Shavonne.”
“Told me about Shavonne? That’s the regret? You’re unbelievable.” I slide out of his grip, shaking my head. “What youshouldhave done is kept your dick in your pants, Bentley. But you don’t care about anyone but yourself. Honestly, you did me a favor. I feel sorry for Shavonne.”
With that, I stalk off the dance floor, leaving Bentley standing alone mid-song.
“Hey, you okay?” Spence strides over, taking me by the elbow and guiding me away from the crowd.
Shuddering, I inhale a deep breath. I try to push down the hot anger bubbling up
inside me, but it keeps flowing, like lava from a volcano that’s been waiting to erupt for decades.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I ever dated that guy.” I cut my eyes at the dance floor, where Bentley’s now chatting up one of his frat bros.
“Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” Spence laces his fingers with mine and leads me away from the ballroom, through the airy lobby, and out a side door into a courtyard. The cold night air hits my bare skin and I shiver.
