“I was just messin’ around,” he says, scowling. “Who the hell are you?”
“The guy who’s going to knock you out if you don’t find someone else to annoy.”
“She likes me!” he protests.
I don’t take my eyes off his face as I say, “Victoria, you want this guy touching you?”
“N-no.” I don’t know if she’s nervous because it’s me or if the guy has rattled her.
“She does not like you,” I growl, giving him a hard shove. “Now go somewhere else.”
“Fine.” Franklin looks like someone kicked his puppy and he gives Victoria a baleful look. “I just wanted to have some fun. Geez. You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” He stalks off in the opposite direction, leaving Victoria and me alone.
“Thank you,” she says after a moment. “We danced earlier, but when he tried to buy me a drink, I told him I wasn’t interested. I thought he left but I guess he came back.”
“Whatever.” I wave a hand. “Glad you’re okay.” I turn to leave, but her fingers close around my arm.
“Jordan. Wait.”
I pause but don’t turn around.
“Thank you. I mean it. He was getting really aggressive.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can I buy you a drink as a thank you? It’s been a long time.”
“Four years.” I slowly turn and meet her gaze.
Fuck, but she’s still pretty. Even prettier now than when we were together. We were seventeen and eighteen when we first met, eighteen and nineteen when our relationship nearly ruined my life.
But those big green eyes are the same.
My fingers remember what it felt like to fist wavy blonde hair.
Perfect little body, though maybe a tad bit curvier than before, but in all the right places.
I have distinct memories of what it felt like to be inside her, sucking on those gorgeous tits, making her scream my name and?—
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I cannot do this.
No matter how sexy she is.
She fucking destroyed me—mentally, emotionally, and professionally.
So, I do the only thing that works with Victoria—I turn into an asshole.
“I can’t think of what we might have to talk about.”
She blinks, a flash of hurt in those emerald depths.
“You were nothing but trouble, and if tonight is any indication, you still are.”
The hurt is gone, replaced by a flash of anger.
There. Good. Exactly what I’m going for.
