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“Name’s Damien.”Right. Why do I have to be so awkward?
“Ava, I mean, Avalyne,” I say, taking a long sip of my whiskey.
Diverting my attention away from Damien, the other good-looking man coughs. I smile politely as our eyes meet, and I can finally take a breath because Damien’s intimidating gaze is no longer fixated on me.
“Won’t you introduce me to your friend, Damien?” I tease.
“This is Oliver,” the sexy man points back to his friend. “We’re cousins.” I stand corrected—his cousin.Lilac saunters over to Oliver. If I didn’t know she’s a lesbian, I would say she has this ‘seducing a man’ thing in the bag. She is gorgeous and exudes fun. She has this beautiful aura around her and everyone, guy or girl, eventually falls for her.
“Do you always follow girls around, Damien?” I ask him, wearing a mischievous smile. I’ve seen him more in the past two days than my own father. But this mysterious man and his cousin have been everywhere.
“What do you mean?” His eyes narrow, and the ends of his lips curl, exposing two beautiful dimples.
If there is one thing about me that everyone else finds rude, it is that I keep things honest and blunt.
Still facing him, I reply, “After that day on campus, I saw you at the animal shelter.” He swallows hard. “Now you show up here. Sit next to me. And, Damien, let me guess. You’re getting ready to ask me if you can buy me my next drink.”
He stands from his stool, moving closer. Unfazed, my eyes flick between his.
He props himself up with his hand on the bar, and another on the back of my stool, now engulfing me with his scent. I swallow as he brushes the strand of my hair behind my ear while slowly leaning closer, letting his warm breath sweep across my neck. A mischievous smirk he wears like a loaded gun forms on his face. He leans back just enough to let our eyes lock. This beautiful man radiates heat traveling through my body and straight between my thighs.
“You’re trouble,” I say. “Dance with me, Damien.”
Damien
Here we are in the middle of the dance floor, my hands on her hips with her grinding on me. I don’t dance. In fact, I despise it. It makes you vulnerable. I know this isstrictly business,but my dick seems to have a mind of his own.I glance over at Oliver, who is giving me his“let me give it a whirl”look. I hold up a finger as I take a deep inhale of her strawberry-scented tresses draped across my chest. She moves slower against me, more seductively. As if the music is guiding her, she moves my hands from her hips and wraps them around her, causing her back to be fleshed with my chest. One hand on mine, and the other clearing her hair from her shoulder, she exposes her neck to me. I brush my lips over it.Fuck. I want to devour her. Right here in front of everyone.The way she moves her body against mine is driving me crazy. It seems her fiery side is caged somewhere deep inside her, waiting to be unleashed.
Well,challenge accepted.
Oliver impatiently nudges my shin with his foot. As much as I don’t want his hands on her, I’m a man, and I’m not going to win this bet by playing dirty and not letting him shoot his shot. I give Oliver a nod as I release my hands from her. He spins her around, and she continues swaying her hips to the beat. But, she never takes her eyes off of mine as I watch her hips rubbing against my cousin. If he were any other guy, I would punch him. If she were any other girl, he could have her. This is all part of it, though; seducing the Prosecutor’s daughter.
“This song is a whole vibe!” Her friend shouts over the music, startling me out of my trance. I watch her throw her hands in the air as the bass drops.She’s fun.Avalyne spins out of Oliver’s arms and joins her friend, bumping her body to the beat. The song ends, and Avalyne looks down at her phone.
“We have to go! My dad is on his way,” she shouts over the next song.
“We’ll walk you out,” I say, wrapping my elbow around Oliver’s neck. “Won’t we, Ollie?” The girls nod and head out in front of us.
Dammit, I didn’t assume her father would be picking her up.I run my hand through my hair, worried. I can only hope Mr. Deluca won’t recognize me.
