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I was turned on and pissed off as he carried me out of the bar. I looked around, seeing if the bartender would say something, but Brett’s friend was already talking to him.
The blond man who had asked me to dance was already dancing with another woman, his tongue halfway down her throat.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted over the music as Brett carried me to the door.
“Taking you home.”
He stepped outside into the air as I tried to wiggle free. His grip around me only tightened, and I didn’t bother to fight harder. I would either fall or fall on my face, and he would fall on top of me.
His falling on top of me doesn’t sound so bad.
The door to the bar swung shut behind us. The cold night air prickled against my skin. Brett’s hand drifted across the backs of my thighs, sliding higher. Heat pooled between my legs until he gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it down.
It wasn’t what I hoped for, but I suspected it was all I was getting from him tonight.
Brett continued walking through the empty and dark parking lot until we were no longer near the door. He set me down beside his car, my body sliding against his. The bulge in his pants was noticeable as I stood pressed against him.
He took a significant step back and ran his hand down my face. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
My mouth gaped open. “Me? You’re the one who carried me out of there like I was your damn property! What the hell was that?”
“You’re drunk, Georgia.”
“I fucking wish I was! Then maybe I would be able to deal with your asshole tendencies.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, only pissing me off more. He found this funny. He acted like a possessive ass even though he had no right, and then he dared to stand here and laugh.
I spun on my heel and walked away. I wasn’t going to give Brett the satisfaction of being angry.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“Home.”
“Georgia, you’re not walking home. So I’ll call us a taxi.”
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. Even though I didn’t want to stand there and argue, I didn’t want to walk home in a tiny dress and heels.
“Fine. You can call us a taxi, but you’re riding in the front seat.”
He laughed and rolled his eyes. When he crossed his arms, the material of his shirt stretched across his muscled body. Looking at him was hard to think about anything other than how he could easily toss me around.
“I am not riding in the front seat. That’s weird.”
I shrugged and leaned against his car. The heat from his body radiated to mine. When we were this close, my heart hammered in my chest.
“Brett, do you think that you get the pleasure of enjoying my company when you just carried me out of a bar?”
He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. My heart skipped a beat as he stepped closer, his body pressing against mine while his arms bracketed me on either side.
When he leaned closer, I could smell the scent of his cologne, like forest and fire. It was intoxicating as it wrapped around me, luring me in.
“What makes you think your company would be a pleasure for anybody?”
Smirking, I slid my hand down his torso to the bulge in his pants. The shots of Tequila were making me brave. Brave and stupid.
“Well, this would suggest that it is.”
Brett’s eyes flashed with heat as he pressed closer to me, grinding his cock into my hand. Heat flooded through my body, pooling in my core. I wanted him, and he was right there for the taking.
