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A part of me wanted to tear out everyone’s eyes because they were getting to see something I wanted just for me.
I hadn’t had much of that before.
But I was finding that out of everything I’d wanted in my life, that I never could keep…Walker Davis was moving his way to the top of that list.
He wasn’t playing the crowd, flirting it up with all the women to get some cheers…instead, his gaze was locked onto mine…the entire time.
“Holy fuck,” Maddie whispered from nearby.
But I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him to look at her.
“Cover your eyes,” I muttered instead.
And her answering snort shook the table. “Not for a million dollars, ma’am.”
Rude.
Jolts of electricity—and lust—were shooting through me. It kind of felt like we actuallywerealone, like he was dancing just for me, his eyes smoldering with desire as he moved closer.
It kind of felt like I couldcomejust from watching him long enough.
Another pang of jealousy sparked in my chest. Like my body had already decided he belonged to me, and no one else should have the privilege of seeing him like that.
“I think I need a volunteer for this next one,” he announced, that slight southern drawl of his making me weak in the knees.
Me and everyone else.
I stared, wide-eyed as he stripped off his shirt in that universal hot guy move that I swore guys must go to school for—because the move was perfection.
Walker's shirt peeled away from his frame, revealing the taut contours of his chest and the defined lines of his abs.
My mouth dropped and I was suddenly…hungry. I’d dragged my tongue across those abs. I’d sunk my fingers into that skin. I’d bit down on that chest as he’d made me come.
Every flex of his muscles rippled with raw power as he moved. His abs were like a roadmap to my happy place, leading down to the part of him that was probably my favorite…
The bar could have burned down around me at that moment and I wouldn’t have even cared.
Ignoring the other women screaming like we were at a boy band concert, he ambled straight towards me, his features cocky and delicious.
I was frozen in place as he stopped right in front of my chair, unable to even move. I was pretty sure this portion of the performance was supposed to involve the bride to be, but his hand wrapped around mine as he leaned over me.
“Come here, angel face. Let’s have some fun.”
I followed him up to the stage at the far side of the room like he held my life in his hands, like I would have followed him anywhere, to whatever end.
After getting me up on the stage, he grabbed a chair and set it beside me.
“Go ahead and sit down,” he purred as I continued to gape up at him like a frog caught in the glare of headlights.
Having his attention like this, like I was the only person that existed for him…it was a heady…powerful feeling. I was used to having attention, but not like this, not the kind of attention where I was really seen, beyond the “Olivia Darling” veneer.
It was a dangerous thing, this feeling….
A girl could get addicted to it.
And that was the last thing that I needed.
Walker fiddled with his phone and then a second later “Candy Shop” was playing.
