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Across the room, Sloane said something to the DJ, who nodded and smiled at her in a way I didn’t appreciate.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, trying to erase her image from my mind. Were DJs allowed to flirt with club goers? Wasn’t that a professional liability or something?
“Sloane.” Luca’s voice was barely audible over the music. “You haven’t looked away from her once since she showed up.”
“Because I don’t want her surprising me. She’s like a predator in the wild. You have to keep an eye on her at all times.”
“Right.” I could hear the smirk in my friend’s voice. “So you don’t mind ifIdance with her then?”
My eyes popped open, and I lifted my head to glare at him. “Actually, I do fucking mind, and not for the reason you’re thinking of. That shit will get messy.”
“Why? She’s your publicist, not mine. I barely know her.” “She’s your sister-in-law’s best friend.”
“So?”
“So?” I sputtered. “So that’smessy.”
“Says the guy who hooked up with his roommate’s ex.” “That was in boarding school, and that was different.” My roommate had been an asshole. “Vivian will kill you if you touch Sloane.”
“No, she won’t. And all I said was I wanted to dance with her, not sleep with her.” Luca shrugged. “But hey, you never know. We’re on vacation. I could get lucky.”
I wasn’t a violent person, but in that moment, I’d never wanted to punch someone more than one of my oldest friends.
“If you—”
An eruption of cheers interrupted me midsentence. My gaze swung toward the DJ booth, where Sloane was dancing on a neighboring tabletop.
Sloane. Dancing.On a tabletop.
Hell must be an ice playground by now.
Every pair of eyes in the room was glued to her as she swayed to the music, which had transitioned from a dance mix to a sultry rendition of the latest R&B hit.
Either I was the world’s best dance teacher, or she wasn’t merely drunk—she was wasted.
On the bright side, I’d been right. Her stiffness came from overthinking, and when she wasn’t so focused on making every move perfect, she danced…well, she danced in a way that ignited every cell in my body.
I rubbed a hand over my mouth, torn between watching and stepping in. Sober Sloane was going tohatethis in the morning.
My lips curved at the thought of her reaction, but my amusement died a quick death when one of the other club goers climbed onto the table, grabbed her by the waist, and started grinding against her.
My reaction was so swift, so visceral, that I couldn’t have explained what happened next if someone put a gun to my head.
One second, I was sitting.
The next, I was up and across the floor, my vision tinting with scarlet as I bulldozed through the startled crowd.
Sober Sloane would’ve kneed the guy in the balls for touching her. Drunk Sloane had no such qualms.
She turned to face the guy whose hands crept perilously close to her ass. If she moved another inch, the throng of people crowded around the table would get a perfect view up her skirt. Several already had their phones out, but they quickly dropped them when I approached.
Whatever they saw in my expression made them scramble out of the way as I climbed onto the table and yanked the guy off her.
I towered over him by several inches, but even if I hadn’t, the fury churning in my gut would’ve given me an unfair advantage.
He made a noise of dissatisfaction. “What—”
“You have three seconds to leave,” I said, my voice deadly calm. “Three.”
