“Oooh.” Her eyes grew wide. “Is that supposed to scare me, Mr. DeLuca?”
I didn’t move. “I’m just giving you fair warning. You’ve had a few drinks, and I won’t take advantage of that. I’m just telling you how it is.”
“You’re full of yourself.” Her warm, sweet breath caressed my lips as she spoke.
All I wanted to do was reach out, pull her face to mine, and kiss her full, beautiful lips. “I’m sure of myself and confident in my abilities, yes. That’s entirely different than being full of myself.” I licked my lips, testing her.
Her eyes dropped to my mouth as her lips parted.
“Another?” Lisa interrupted.
“We’re good,” I replied, keeping my eyes pinned to Race and waving Lisa off.
“Pfft,” Lisa scoffed, stomping away.
Race glared in Lisa’s direction. “She wants you,” she whispered.
Was she jealous?
“I don’t want her.”
“She’s a sure thing though.”
I leaned closer, leaving very little space between us. “I never liked easy.”
“All men like easy.” Her body swayed, moving so close our lips almost brushed.
Yep, she was definitely jealous.
I reached out, steadying her. “Maybe for a cheap fuck, but nothing more.”
Her body jolted as someone bumped into her chair and she tumbled forward, her face landing against my chest.
“Watch it, asshole,” I barked.
“Fuck off,” the drunk asshole called out as he staggered away.
“Don’t,” she muttered into my chest, her hands squeezing my thighs.
I grabbed her arms, starting to stand.
“No!” she yelled into my chest, trying to hold me in place. “Don’t start a fight.”
I grunted, staying in my chair. I didn’t want the night to end already. I couldn’t risk Race getting upset with me.
I grabbed her shoulders and tried to prop her upright.
“Gimme a minute,” she said, her voice muffled by my shirt.
“He should apologize to you,” I growled, trying to find him in the sea of people.
Her fingertips dug into my skin as she felt my thighs. She nestled her face deeper into my chest, her warm breath coming through my shirt.
“Come on, big girl. Let’s get you home.” I lifted her up, pushing her against the chair.
“I’m not ready to go home though,” she whined as her eyes tried to focus on me but crossed instead.
“I think it’s best for us both if I take you home.”
