And I couldn’t tell her.
I couldn’t tell her I loved the way her nose crinkled when she laughed.I couldn’t tell her I loved how she bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought.I couldn’t tell her I loved the little sound she made when she was pleased with her work.Or how her green eyes lit up when she smiled.I couldn’t tell her how much I loved simply being near her.
I am so fucked.
As we settled into the plush leather booth, a server approached to take our order.I kept my eyes down, still irritated that Wick had dragged me to this clean-in-one-way-but-very-dirty-in-another club.
“What can I get you?”a familiar voice purred.
My head snapped up.Standing before me, in a skimpy black corset and mini-skirt, was Callie.Our eyes locked.Hers widened in surprise before her expression shifted into a coy smile.“Fancy seeing you here, Mr.Price,” she said, glancing between Wick and me.
I suppressed a groan, heat flooding my body.She looked incredible—her curves on full display in that tiny outfit, crimson lips turned up teasingly.
Wick let out a low whistle.“Hey, Callie.Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
Her laugh sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine.“You boys know what you want, or should I come back?”
Fuck, yes, I know what I want.I want to rip off that poor excuse for a shirt and run my tongue over the swells of those perfect fucking tits.Christ.
“Whiskey neat,” I managed.
“And a double vodka tonic, please.”
“You got it.”
As she walked away, I noticed the sway of her hips and the way her skirt hugged her ass like a glove.I clenched my fists in my lap and swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
How the hell was I supposed to keep things professional now?Callie was here, serving us drinks in an outfit that sent every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock.
Wick’s laugh brought me back to reality.“Dude, you are so fucked.”
I dragged my hands down my face and groaned.“You’re not kidding.She looks…”
“Hot as fuck?”
I glared at him, and he threw up his hands placatingly.
“She’s all yours, man.Except, well…not.”Wick’s grin made me want to punch him in his smug face.I shook my head as he scanned the crowd, presumably deciding which of the all-too-willing women he would honor with his advances tonight.
Callie returned with our drinks.We exchanged a quick glance, and I saw a fire in her eyes that mirrored the inferno raging in me.
“Alright, you two.Let me know if you need anything else.”She winked at me and sauntered away.Hungry eyes trailed her.She turned the head of every warm-blooded man in this club.Ihatedthe way they looked at her.
“Alright, my man,” Wick said, rubbing his hands together before draining his glass in one long pull.“Watch and learn.”He rose from our booth and made his way to the dance floor, leaving me alone to nurse my drink.
Years ago, I’d have been right behind him, but not now.
The moment I set down my empty glass, another appeared in front of me, placed by a familiar delicate hand.I lifted my eyes from the table, and we held each other’s gaze.The tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife.Callie licked her lips and my heart stuttered painfully in my chest.
“You should be out there, too.If I recall correctly, you’re an excellent dancer.”There was mischief in her eye when she grinned at me.I realized this was the first time she had intentionally brought up the night of the fundraiser.
Does she think about that night as much as I do?I’d fucked my fist daily at the mere memory of kissing her.
“There’s nothing for me out there.”Her smile faltered.My meaning was clear.Shewas the only person in this club for me.
“May I?”she asked, nodding her head toward Wick’s empty seat.
“Is that allowed?Fraternizing with the customers?”
