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He catches my chin, forcing me to meet his unwavering gaze. “You want time? Fine. I’ll give you until tomorrow. But nothing’s going to change.”
“I’ll work on my own timetable, not yours.” I jerk my chin away.
Unfazed, he remains dogged. “Tomorrow night, eight o’clock. My place. Put your number in my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” He hands me his phone.
I try to hang onto my dignity and willpower, both betrayed by my fingers typing in my number. “I haven’t made a decision yet.”
“Liar.” He pockets his phone.
“I haven’t?—”
My repeated protest is silenced by a scorching kiss. “Remember how good this feels,” he murmurs with his mouth against mine, “before you say you haven’t made a decision yet.”
I shiver despite the heat pumping off our bodies. I can take on anyone, but I’m not sure I’d win a battle of wills with Leo Foster. He’s not as easy to handle as I initially thought.
Swallowing hard, I pull away. “Don’t be so arrogant, Foster. You’re not that irresistible.”
“Then why are you dripping wet for me?”
I fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together. “It’s time for you to leave.”
He smiles like a fox and trails a finger along my jaw. “Do I look like a man who gives up easily?”
No, he doesn’t.
“Tomorrow night, Jazz.” His touch falls away as he moves towards the door, but his gaze remains locked on mine—a narrowed, determined force that’s near impossible to withstand. “I will have you.”
It sounds as much a threat as a promise.
CHAPTER 7
Jazz
THE ZONE IS MORE LIKE a pub-meets-club joint. It opens at five for happy hour and serves up tavern-style food. But once the clock strikes nine, the strobe lights come on and the party gets started with a live DJ and dancing. It felt good to ditch my workout gear and slip into tight jeans, an electric blue cami with a chain strap across my back that matches my gold six-inch heeled ankle boots. Kai had seemed to appreciate my efforts, saying how hot I looked. He’s a total cutie, with his messy rolled-out-of-bed hair, flirty grin, and fun, care-free vibe.
After months of nothing but work, work, work, I threw myself into clubbing like it was my last dance. We paid ridiculous money for drinks, but I didn’t care; I was having a blast. The DJ knew how to mix it up with everything from house to techno, hip hop to old school funk. Pleasantly tipsy, I danced with Zay and Kai, screaming my lungs out when my jams came on, going hard until my feet felt like they were going to fall off. Forget about condoms and tampons in the washrooms—they should sell flip flops. I’d pay a pretty penny for a pair right about now.
“I think I’ll sit the next few songs out,” I tell my handsome companions. Zay, dressed in a vintage tee, nods in agreement, and Kai slides his hand up my bare back to guide me through the crowd. But as much as I like him, I don’t feel any fireworks, not even a spark. Meanwhile, Leo had set off explosions all over me. Who can explain the laws of attraction? It doesn’t always make sense.
Without the dancing to distract me, my memory trips back to how amazing Leo smelled and how incredible he felt, the warmth and hardness of his body against mine.One kiss. Let me have that.And I’d simply…surrendered. I’ve dated my fair share of guys in my twenty-four years. I know what it’s like to want someone, to be consumed by lust. Or at least, I thought I did. Because those past experiences paled in comparison. Truly consumed was what I felt when Leo kissed me, when Leo touched me. If I’d been near gasoline, I would have frigging blown up.
Thankfully, Zay decided to swing by after work to pick me up. His interruption had brought me back to reality.
“I shouldn’t have kissed him,” I mutter to myself when we’re seated at a small table Zay scored in the back.
“What was that?” Kai leans over, raising his voice above the music. He’s sitting on my right, but I’ve noticed, despite being told I can hear just fine on that side, he keeps getting in close each time he says something, and brushes his mouth against my ear.
I pull away and smile. “I said, I should have ordered another drink when the server came by.”
“No worries, I’ll get her attention,” Kai offers.
“Actually, it might be quicker to go up to the bar,” Zay suggests, tapping my arm so I can turn and hear him better. “She’s swamped with a big group over there.” He points toward a bunch of tables pushed together.
“Good call,” Kai responds in his affable way then leans in close to my ear again. “The same, Jazz? Another Pink Lady?”
“Yes, thanks.” I nod, inching away once more. It’s my go-to drink, known for its sweetness and the vibrant pink colour that comes from the Grenadine.
“Can you grab me a vodka fizz, please?” Zay asks.
