“Stay a little longer,” I beg.
A girly growl rumbles out of her chest, and I have to bite my cheek to keep my chuckle at bay. Reese is headstrong—that much was evident from the very moment I met her, and it’s surprisingly attractive.
“I can’t just…skip out on work and go clubbing.” She shoves my arm away, and I drop it willingly.
I tilt my head. “Why not? It’s not like you are missing out on the money.”
Reese glances away, the wheels turning inside her head for another excuse.
I dig into my pocket for my phone and open up the Uber app. When she finally glances back at me, her eyes immediately fling to my phone screen.
“Don’t,” she hisses.
I feign innocence. “Don’t what?”
She leans in close, her sugary breath messing with my head. “Stop paying me to hang out with you!”
“How else will I get you to stay?” I ask.
The song from the DJ picks up volume, so I stare at her mouth to read her lips. “Why do you even want me to stay?”
“Because…” I lean in closer, my mouth hovering over her ear so she can hear me better. “Friends don’t leave friends at the club alone.”
She pulls away and shoots me a look that makes me grin.
“Friends?” The word coming from her mouth is as sarcastic as it gets.
“We’re friends.” I shrug. “Right?”
I can tell she’s thinking about staying. Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine as she tries to decipher how persistent I really am.
Spoiler alert: I’m the most persistent person in the room.
Since she’s tossing the idea around inside that pretty head of hers, I push her a little further into the right direction. “When was the last time you had some fun, Dimples?”
She glances away, her rosy plump lip trapped between her teeth.
“Exactly,” I say.
Our eyes catch, her brows crowding with frustration.
“Ugh.” She scowls. “Fine! Just stop calling me Dimples.”
“Show them off more often, and I will.”
She’s still scowling at me before she stalks off toward Daisy. Those curvy hips sway as she stomps across the floor, and I don’t even have to look to know that every man has stopped to stare.
Daisy’s arms wrap around Reese’s neck for a hug, and then they’re off to the dance floor. She says something in Reese’s ear that makes her smile, and the sight of those dimples sort of makes my dick hard.
I’m not even sure why I’m trying so hard when it comes to Reese. It’s clear that she isn’t interested in me, and she’s definitely not the type of girl to climb in my bed for a one-night stand.
There’s something about her, though. Something that pulls me in.
A challenge?
The breath of fresh air she gives me because she’s not willingly throwing herself at me?
Boredom?
