Slowly, we begin to circle the room.
“Seen the demon yet?”Lucky asks.
“Not yet.She must have …” Any thought I have dies because six feet away is Sterling Ross.
He never comes to these things.He hates parties and pretending, and he absolutely abhors schmoozing.
He barely likes people.
Why is he here?
“I’m going to get us a drink, love.There’s a bar over … holy fuck.”
Oh good, I’m not hallucinating.Lucky sees him too.
“He looks incredible,” I say, my mouth dry.“Black’s always been his color.”
Lucky fits himself to my back, his arms coming possessively around me as we both stare.“He’d look better without it.What do you say?First one to get in his pants wins.”
Brazenly, Lucky traces his thumb along the underside of my breast, sending my pulse skyrocketing.
I know he’s teasing, know he’s not really suggesting we try to do something as ridiculous as flirt with Sterling, but, fuck, just thinking about it …
My God.
Then the impossible happens.
Sterling locks eyes with me, and my heart crashes to a standstill.He’s not wearing his glasses tonight.I didn’t know it was possible for his gaze to get more intense, but it is.
“Do you think he knows how much you want him?”Lucky asks, his voice rough.
“He wants you too,” I add, like a defense.I’m not used to anyone knowing about my crush.It’s hard to remember Lucky is okay with it.
More than okay, from the way Lucky presses his hips closer, his arousal obvious.Fuck.
Sterling looks between us in long, silent breaths.I don’t know what I’m expecting.Surprise?Disappointment?Anger?
But it never comes.
Of course he already knows about our relationship.Sterling is always three steps ahead.
Holding our gaze, he lifts his glass and nods.A toast to …
“Still think he’s not interested?”
My nipples tingle from Lucky’s heat and Sterling’s attention.I’m not sure I remember my name right now, let alone anything else.
I step out of Lucky’s arms, tearing my gaze from Sterling, in search of a drink.
To my relief, I find Zia, smiling and waving me over.Good.I need a distraction.
“I’m going to go say hi,” I tell Lucky.
“That’s a great idea.I think I’ll do the same.”
And I don’t need to ask who he’s going to talk to because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Sterling since we spotted him.
I catch Lucky’s hand.“Find me later?”
