“What are you doing here?” I’m seething and being irrational, but I don’t fucking care.
Her eyes snap open, leveling me with a look that cuts me to my soul.
“The hell do you care for,” her words sound heavy and garbled. She’s definitely drunk.
“Get lost buddy. Stop bothering the lady.” The greaseball she’s with interjects. His blond hair is gelled back, accentuating his receding hairline. His fivehead is dotted with sweat and his nearly nonexistent chin juts back into his neck as he looks me up and down.
I snarl, gripping the guy by his shirt and bringing his face centimeters away from my own. I can smell the stale beer on his hot breath. “Leave, or I’ll make you regret the day you were born.” I have no problem laying him flat on his ass.
Melody scoffs, but the loser she’s with practically pees his pants, eyes wide with fear as he puts up his hands in surrender. “Whatever man, she’s yours.”
She turns on her heel, searching for what I assume is the exit, but it’s clear she’s downed a few drinks and is unsteady on her feet, not knowing which way to go.
“Mel, stop,” I call out, trying to follow her through the mass of swaying bodies. She ignores me, and my temper flares. It’s hot in here with all these people and I just want to get her the hell out of here and back home with me where she belongs.
I finally catch her by the wrist and spin her around. She crashes into my chest, fury coating her gaze as she looks up to find who’s stopped her.
“Get off me, Chase,” she slurs, trying to wrench away her wrist, but I only hold on tighter.
“You’re in no condition to be alone right now. Anyone could take advantage.”
“Like you? How did you even find me?” Her chin juts up as she fixes me with a challenge.
My jaw ticks, she doesn’t need to know I put a location tracker on her phone while she slept. “That doesn’t matter. Now let’s get you home.”
“I don’t want to. I’m not done dancing with—” she looks around, I assume for the greaseball that had his hands all over her.
“He’s gone.”
“F-ffineee.” She yanks her arm back. “I’ll dance by myself.”
She moves her hips and raises her hands above her head in perfect timing to the beat that’s pulsating throughout this seedy club.
Fuck, she’s a determined little thing. I should pick her up and haul her ass out of here, even if she kicks and screams. But instead, I wrap her in my arms. I lean down till my mouth is close to the shell of her ear that’s sticking out between the wild pink curls. “Or you can dance with me.”
I yank her back until her ass is aligned with my front, and she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she leans against me, pressing into my hardening cock.
“Fuck. You’re playing a dangerous game, princess.”
The short red dress she’s wearing rides up her thighs with each swivel of her hips. I’m at war with whether I want it to keep going so I can see it for myself and wanting to cover her up.
Sober Melody wouldn’t be caught dead flashing an entire room her panties. I ache to feel it against me, my cock throbbing against her supple round ass. But the gentleman in me wins out, tugging the fabric down to keep her from embarrassing herself.
The song fades and a new slower one begins to play through the speakers. Her body stills as recognition slowly creeps over her. She whirls on me, mouth open. Her small hand smacks my chest and I grip it in my hands, placing it over my heart.
“This is our song!” she shrieks, all anger at me completely forgotten in her inebriated state.
“It is.” The lyrics start up and she starts jumping.
“And that’s, that’s my voice!”
A full-blown smile breaks out over my face at seeing her in this moment. “It is.”
She shakes the person next to us, an unsuspecting girl dancing with her boyfriend. “This is our song!” She yells at the poor girl whose eyes have gone wide with fear.
“Sorry do I —” The girl tries to extract herself for Melody’s grip, but Melody has already moved on jumping up and down with excitement, hands gripping my forearms. Her smile is wide and those blue shimmering eyes are alight with pure joy. She’s looking straight at me with no hint of anger or suspicion. It hits me square in the chest seeing her like this. So free and happy.
“How did they?—”
