“He’s not for you,” Isaac whispered.
Jinx glanced up and frowned. “Who?”
Isaac nodded toward Drake, who still had his back to the dancefloor. “Drake’s got a reputation as a player, and there’s a reason for it. I would hate to see you get hurt.”
Jinx wasn’t sure if she was flattered that he would care to warn her off, or pissed off that he thought she had such poor judgment in people. “I don’t need anyone to tell me who is or isn’t right for me.”
Isaac flinched at her tone. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
She took a deep breath and released the tension. “I know you mean well, but trust me on this. I more than anyone can spot a player a mile away. I have a knack for it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Just call me the human lie detector.”
His eyebrow raised in interested. “I would like to test that ability out some time.”
“Any time you like.”
“Are we still friends?”
“Of course.”
Isaac spun them making, her lean her head back and laugh. Jinx couldn’t stay mad at Isaac. He was just too much fun.
*****
Drake took a sip of his beer as he turned around to survey the club activity. He was not searching for Jinx, absolutely not.
“Son of a bitch,” he growled. She was on the dance floor with that motherfucker Isaac, who had his hands all over her, and what the fuck was she wearing?
He moved around the perimeter, stalking Jinx like a cat as he took in the short skirt that reminded him of a schoolgirl’s uniform. It made her legs look long, showed off how firm and toned they were. She had on a sheer silk tank top, baring her shoulders and arms. Underneath, he could see a lace camisole encasing her high firm breasts. It made his mouth water wantingto taste her.
Her hair was down and straightened, showcasing the rainbow of colored dyes. She looked beautiful, exotic and damn sexy. Nothing like the cute teenager Drake first thought of her at the shuttle port. He and Isaac weren’t the only ones who noticed. Guys dancing close to her were checking out her ass. One was about to interrupt her dancing with Isaac.
“Oh hell no.” Drake growled low as he slammed his beer down on the bar and stormed through the crowd of gyrating bodies. He kept his eyes on the human.
The male reached up and tapped Isaac on the shoulder stopping them. “May I cut in?” the guy asked.
“Sorry my man. This dance belongs to me,” Drake reached for Jinx’s hand and pulled her to him, leaving the other two men standing there staring. He ignored their glares and swayed with her, moving her through the dancing bodies.
“Drake, what are you doing?”
“Dancing.”
Drake looked down at her. Even in heels her head still didn’t reach his shoulders. Jinx was just so tiny. He could probably lift her in one arm and carry her out. A part of him was tempted to do just that. His reactions to her didn’t make any sense. He had left the apartment to put distance between them, yet the first thing he did upon seeing her in that little skirt was take her into his arms.
“You don’t strike me as someone who's into dancing.”
Drake gave her a devilish smile. “Looks can be deceiving, pretty girl.” Then he spun her out only to pull her back into his arms, turn and dip her. He’d shocked her if the open mouth and wide eyes were any indication. Drake brought her back up and swiveled his hips.
“You can dance,” she said matching his steps.
“My grandmother forced me to take lessons. She insisted that if I was to have a mate one day that I needed to be able to clean, cook, and dance. Two out of three’s not bad.”
“So you can cook?”
“When there’s food in the kitchen—yes, I can cook the basics. Luckily for me, a friend filled my cabinets. I will dazzle you tomorrow with my talents by making you the best omelet you’ve ever had.” It had been a while since he did any cooking; he hoped he wasn’t promising something he couldn’t deliver. Drake wanted to impress her.
