Everyone laughs again except Sulley. She’s practically frozen in place. What am I missing? What happened between her and Vance?
I gently wrap my fingers around her arm, hoping to distract her from whatever is bothering her. “Let’s go dance.”
I want to dance with Champ, but I think Sulley is in desperate need of a distraction. My hitting on Champ will have to wait.
She nervously fidgets with her shirt. “I’m...I’m not a very good dancer.”
I wink at her. “It’s a good thing I am.” I stand and announce to the table, “We’re heading down to the dance floor if anyone would like to join us.” I stare hopefully at Champ, and he smiles.Good lord, he has perfect features. That face will look damn good buried between my legs in a few hours.
Champ, Layla, and Presley like that idea, and they decide to join us. Ooh, maybe I can help Sulley and grind up on Champ all at the same time.
Our group walks down the stairs toward the overly crowded dance floor. As we find our groove, I can see Sulley begin to relax. With her close by my side, I wrap my arm around Champ from behind and begin to sway my hips to the beat of the music. He joins me in my movements. He’s got great rhythm, but he never turns around to grind himself onto me. That’s a first. Usually a man immediately does that when I touch them from behind. All men ever want is contact with their dicks.
Champ eventually drifts away into the sea of people, but I don’t give chase. Kennedy Jeffries chases no man.
Sulley and I dance without a care in the world until I feel a masculine presence pressing up against me from behind. My lips curl in amusement. They always come back for me.
I’m about to turn around to wrap my arms around Champ when an unfamiliar voice tickles my eardrums. “You got a man?”
Crap, it’s not Champ dancing with me. I turn around and find a guy who has no chance with a woman like me. I stare him straight in the eyes and calmly say, “I am one.”
His smirk immediately disappears, and he turns as white as a ghost before spinning on his heels and running away. Sulley spits out in laughter. “Oh my god, that was amazing. And genius.”
I have a huge grin on my face. “Always works. Every single time. Easiest way to get the wrong guys to leave you alone.”
We continue dirty dancing with each other. I’m happy to see her uneasiness from earlier nowhere in sight.
At some point, Vance and Daylen approach us. Before I realize what’s happening, Daylen grabs me by the waist like Iweigh nothing and carries me away from Sulley. I pound my fists against his rock-solid body. “Let me go, you animal.”
“Stop fighting,” he growls. “You’re like one of those annoying flies that pesters you throughout a meal.”
I continue pounding my fists until he finally sets me down on the other side of the dance floor. I shove his chest. “What’s your fucking problem? Don’t ever touch me without invitation again, you buffoon.”
He rolls his eyes. “Trust me, I have no interest in touching you. Nasty bitch isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”
Screw this guy. “I drink coffee, asshole. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? What was that about?”
“Vance needs to chat with Sulley. I was giving them privacy.”
I push him again. “You’re still too close to me. You smell like bologna.” He doesn’t. He happens to smell better than I would have thought, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Is that another red flag of yours?” he spits out.
“It’s not a red flag.Nowoman likes a man who smells like processed, cured meat, you idiot.”
He makes a look of disgust. “It takes a lot for me to dislike another person, but I think I might actually hate you. You’re so…mean and miserable.”
I cross my arms. “Let me put on my glasses so I can see if I give a fuck.” I place pretend glasses on my face. “Nope, I don’t.”
His eyes take me in, but not in the way I’m accustomed to men looking at me. “I see you, Kennedy Jeffries. I see the kind of woman you are. I’d bet Vance’s dick that you were one of those girls who never had any friends because you’re such a horrible person. I’m guessing there was no goodbye party for you when you left New York. More like a party when the Wicked Witch of the West left town. Usually, red carpets are used to welcome people. I bet there was one rolled out when youleftthe city.”
“Says the man in sandals who feels compelled to announce it when he goes to the bathroom,” I immediately reply, not letting him know how much his words sting me.
He sighs. “How do you sleep at night knowing people don’t like you?”
I immediately respond, “With no underwear, in case they want to kiss my ass.”
He cracks a small, lopsided smile. “That one was funny.”
