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She's still grinding on the guy, but her eyes are glued on me and I can tell by the look in her eye, she wishes it was me dancing with her. She wets her plump lips and then bites down on the lower one. A shiver runs up my spine, pushing me to go over there, to take her from him, to carry her out of here and take her back to my place. Hell, right now I can’t think of anything but burying myself deep inside her, keeping her hostage until her brother has to come and take her back. I know touching her would only seal the hatred he has for me, but at this moment, I don’t care because he already hates me and I’m sure she’s worth it.
I can’t help but to be annoyed with myself. I mean, here I am in a bar with at least fifty women, all liquored up and eyeing me. They're ready and willing, but it's her, the one I can't touch, that's got me hooked. If that doesn’t scream spoiled, I don’t know what does. I grab my beer and take a drink, breaking our eye contact. Truth is, we’ve been looking at one another this way for a long time. Every time I’m able to walk away. But tonight, that’s going to require some effort on my part. I've had too much to drink and when I drink, I don’t care about the consequences. Ionly care about getting what I want, what I crave. And tonight’s craving is her.
“Come on, man. Let’s play a game of pool,” Sam says, patting me on the shoulder as he stands and walks to the table. I don’t give a shit about playing pool, but the pool table is closer to her. For that, I’ll go. I finish off my beer and set down the bottle. I stand and start walking toward her and the table. When she sees me walking over, she thinks I’m walking over to her. She stops dancing and looks like a deer in the headlights. I see the way her breathing increases, her chest rising and falling faster with every step I take. She tucks her chin to her chest slightly, her eyes staying locked on mine from beneath her long, dark lashes. My gut wants me to pull her against me, to kiss her right here where everyone can see. At the last second, I veer to the right toward the pool table.
I look over my shoulder at her, seeing her release a long breath she’d been holding. Is she relieved I didn’t walk up to her or is she let down? Sam already has the table wracked so I grab a stick and bend down to break. My eyes move from the triangle of balls on the table, to her, and back. I pull my stick back and send it flying forward. The cue ball rushes across the table, hitting the balls and sending them in every direction. I stand up and step to the side, giving Sam room to shoot. While I wait my turn, my eyes are back on her, watching her dance, and watching every place he touches her.
The guy's hands are all over her, roaming from her hips to the dip of her lower back, even daring to slip lower to her ass now and then. When he leans in for a kiss, I inhale sharply, the air in the bar feeling thick, my chest tight until she sidesteps him. I exhale slowly, the jealousy inside me twisting like a knife but seeing her walk away from him makes me excited. She goes back to the bar, walking past me and we both keep eye contact as she does so.
“I’m going to get a beer,” I tell Sam, propping up my stick and turning for the bar. I stop, several feet away from her, and pull out my wallet.
“You’re watching me,” she says, quietly.
Neither one of us looks at the other. “You’re watching me,” I reply, taking out some cash and slipping my wallet back into my pocket.
“So what if I am?”
I put my arms on the bar, waving down the bartender. “Careful what you wish for.” The bartender is in front of me now. “Can I get a beer?”
The bartender nods and walks away.
“How do you know what I’m wishing for?” Elena asks, glancing at me but quickly looking away.
“That look in your eye tells me what you’re wishing for. And if you keep it up, you just might get it.”
She chuckles so softly I question if I even heard it. “Everyone knows you won’t touch me because of my brother.”
The bartender hands me a beer and moves in front of her. She orders her drink and the bartender is gone again. I take a drink of my beer before turning around. “What your brother doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” I say, walking away and leaving her staring after me.
If you were a fly on the wall, you’d be none the wiser to our conversation and nobody knows that it’s even happened. But we do, and now somehow, we both have something to consider: is fucking over her brother enough to stop us from doing what we want?
Sam and I play our game of pool and return to our table.
My eyes seek her out. She isn’t on the dance floor with the jackass who lost her. She’s sitting at her table with a group of friends. They’re all talking and drinking and laughing. All of them but her. She’s watching me and when I notice, I startwatching her. She leans forward in her seat, putting her elbow on the table. She begins to absentmindedly twist a strand of her hair. Her top is low cut and the way she’s sitting…It’s like she’s putting her tits on the table for me to admire. Her lips are glistening, her amber eyes dark and full of lust. Looking at her like this makes me twitch with excitement in my jeans. Even though we can’t talk, I can tell that she’s thought about it and she’s giving me the go-ahead.
The only problem is that I can’t do that in here with witnesses. It's gotta be off the record and out of sight. I drain the last of my beer, slide the bottle to the middle of the table, and catch Sam's eye.
“I’m going to try something and if it works, I’m going to need you to take my truck home tonight. Do not leave it at the bar. Got it?” I say, tossing him the keys.
He smirks and his brows pull together. “How are you getting home?”
“Leave that to me.” I pat his shoulder as I stand. I move my eyes back to her before moving toward the door. I step outside and walk around the building. I see her old ass truck parked in the back of the parking lot where she always parks. She hides it in the darkness so that if her brothers go driving through town, they’re less likely to see it.
I walk over to it, leaning my back against the driver’s side door. I cross my ankles and tuck my hands in my jeans pockets to wait.
Let’s see if she’ll take the bait.
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Sneak peak: Claimed by Mr. Billionaire
Note to self:Never have a one-night stand with a broken heart.
Fresh off a broken engagement, all I wanted was an uncomplicated girls' night out.
That was before I bumped into the perfect stranger.
