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“Oh please, don’t play dumb. You saw her falling all over herself to get your attention,” I reply, attempting to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
Quinn laughs confidently. “I saw nothing of the sort. You’re just seeing things.”
“Oh yeah. I just love seeing other girls thankful they have on their best underwear in hopes of getting you naked the moment you enter a room.” I scoff but shut my mouth, quickly realizing what I just said.
Quinn, however, latches onto my wrist as I blindly walk ahead, desperate to escape this awkward conversation.As I spin around to face him, he slips his hands under my tight tank and encircles my waist.
I instantly shiver with the skin-to-skin contact as he begins brushing his thumbs over my flesh. “I don’t care what other girls do,” he says, leaning forward to nuzzle my neck.
“Why?” I manage to reply without choking as his hands and lips caress me softly.
“Because it’s only you and your underwear I’m interested in. Any time you want to drop them…feel free.” He sucks on my neck with a long, wet pull.
I almost forget to breathe when he bites just under my chin.But then…he’s gone.
Jerk.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I try to appear unaffected as I toss my hair over my shoulder and stroll past Quinn, walking up the three steps to Captain Frank’s. He follows closely, and I can hear him chuckling, relishing in the fact he’s made me all hot.
He wants to play dirty? So can I.
Quinn offers to pay for the door charge, but I wave him off and pay my eight dollars. I confidently march in while he lags behind, attempting to keep up with me as he puts the change into his back pocket.
When I push through the doors, a hundred sets of eyes fall on me, and I smile. This will be a lot easier than I thought.I slip off my sweater since I only have a black tank on underneath, and the eyes of every male in the room follow the movement.
Back in LA, I had to learn how to flirt my way out of some sticky situations, and I got pretty good at it. Men usually only think with one head. And it’s not the one on their shoulders.
This time is no exception.
“Put your sweater back on,” Quinn whispers into my ear, protectively wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
But I shrug him off and saunter toward the bar.“Putyoursweater back on.”
The venue is a quaint little spot with a simple layout. The bar is to the right, and the toilets are behind the stage, which sits at the back of the room with a dance floor nearby.Red leather couches are scattered around randomly, and a few tables and barstools are placed around the dance floor. The red contrasted with the black walls gives the place a sleazy vibe. And the leery guy next to me, who just looked down my top, just adds to the vibe.
“Can I get you a drink?” he murmurs, leaning in so close that I almost smash foreheads with him.
Just as I’m about to tell him to save his money and buy himself some breath mints, Quinn fills in the tiny space between us, his huge frame dwarfing my tiny one.
“She doesn’t want a drink. Now move,” he says with confidence, gesturing with his head for the guy to give up his seat.
The guy stands quickly because Quinn has made it crystal clear that he can either leave voluntarily or Quinn will remove him. And I’m sure there will be nothing voluntary if that happens.
“You’ve proven your point,” Quinn says, straddling the seat near me while I flag down the male bartender.
“What point?” I ask sweetly.
The bartender, an attractive guy with a blue Mohawk and a face full of piercings, looks my way and flashes me a dazzling smile. “What can I get ya, pretty lady?”
The annoyance radiating from Quinn is almost suffocating, and I can’t help but chuckle. “I’ll have a…” I rear up to look over his huge Mohawk at the drink’s menu board. “Slippery Nipple.” I smirk, holding back my laugh when I hear Quinn huff near me.
“Red, I’m not playing,” he cautions.
“Who’s playing?” I reply, brushing my hair over one shoulder.
He edges closer to me, and I take a deep breath. “You know what you’re doing.”
“And what would that be?”
