“Okay, okay, I will. Just not tonight.” I played with my straw. I wasn’t sure I was ready to just jump into a stranger’s bed, no matter how crazy hot he was. I pictured what he might look like beneath his tight t-shirt and jeans. I shifted in my seat, suddenly needing to pee.
“I need to run to the bathroom. Be right back.” I said as I quickly slid out of the booth and took off, not giving my friends a chance to come with. I knew it was suspicious as fuck and I’d hear about it later, but I needed to see this guy. Up close. At least once.
I circled the dance floor and moved towards the bar. My heart picked up speed before my eyes even had a chance to register it was him. But there he was, his gaze dark and serious.
He stood between the dance floor and the bar, his eyes scanning the area. I swallowed hard, waiting for them to land on me, for the jolt of electricity he sparked inside me.
His look penetrated me before I saw it, his desperation felt across the room, his need to see me stronger. He instantly moved in my direction and a hint of a smile played on my lips.
I made a beeline for the center of the dance floor, pushing my way through the sweaty, dancing bodies, wanting him to chase me, to want me, tocome getme.
A bolt of white-hot passion shot through my arm. I skidded into place and when I looked down, a large bear paw wrappedaround my forearm. The sight of it sent chills down my spine, tingles rushing through my body.
It was him.
“Hi.” I slurred, the word breathless and low.
“Hi.” He smiled, kind yet demanding, his eyes flashing with something I didn’t understand but soon learned to be…possession.
Without him even saying the words, I could tell, I knew in every fucking fiber of my being, he wanted me.
The sexy, drop dead gorgeous, muscular bodyguardwanted me.
And I wasn’t sure what the hell to do.
CHAPTER THREE
Blaze
There in themiddle of the dance floor, people all around, the music flowing between us, I grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her.
I didn’t care I was on the job.
I didn’t care who saw.
I needed to taste her.
When we broke apart, I felt like I could no longer breathe correctly, as if she were the air in my very lungs.
Taking her hand in mine, I led her off the dance floor and over to a table by the bar. I looked around quickly but with no sign of my boss around, I relaxed slightly. “I know I shouldn’t have kissed you like that but?—”
She shook her head vigorously, her straight brown hair swishing over her shoulders. “Yes. Yes, you should’ve,” her words slurred and she bit the bottom of her lip. “My friends say I should take you home.”
I chuckled, the laugh deep and low in my voice. “Do they? Well, unfortunately, I don’t pick up women at my job.”
“No? You only kiss them?”
“Ha. Good one. But I’d rather you decide to come home with me when you’re not drunk.”
She tapped her chin, a grin stretching across those sexy lips of hers. “Aw that’s no fun. But maybe you’re right. I did just end an engagement. I need to be single for a while.” She took a step backwards and everything inside me ached to stop her.
“What’s that all about?” I asked, knowing her drunkenness would reveal the truth.
“We weren’t right for each other.” She stated matter-of-factly. “I was tired of pretending.”
“Good for you.” I said, impressed. “Most people would go through with it, anyway.”
“I know, but I couldn’t. I refuse to settle for less.”
