It’s nearly impossible to keep my eyes off her. She’s wearing a black miniskirt with a leather tube top and matching boots that accentuate her legs.
“She’s a fucking smoke show,” Pauly says, ending with a low whistle. “If you don’t go after her, Q, I will.”
Irrational jealousy hits me like never before, making me twist back around to glare at him. “Don’t even think about it.”
I have no right feeling this way over a girl I just met, and yet here I am, fists balling against my sides at the image of him with her. While I may not know anything about her, what I do know is that I’ll put up a damn good fight to get my chance with her before anyone else does.
“Sheesh,” Cole mutters before sipping his beer.
“Quentin’s got a crush,” Pauly singsongs as he waggles his brows at me.
“Sometimes I question why we’re friends,” I say as I shake my head in disbelief at how childish Pauly can be.
I take a sip of my beer while the boys resume talking about our series of games next week, but I find myself unable to be present because my thoughts are filled with her.
My eyes flit back in her direction, seeing her sitting at a high-top table with two other girls, her eyes on me.
She shoots me a wink, and God, I feel like a teenager the way my cheeks heat. I look away, needing a moment to think about my approach from here on out.
Sure, I’ve been with beautiful women before. Yet, there was something about her that drew me in like never before, and it intimidates the hell out of me.
Minutes go by, and I do my best to add to the conversation at the table, but I’m far too distracted.
Every now and then, I fixate my gaze on her from across the bar, watching as her head falls back on a laugh, or the way her pouty lips wrap around the straw of her drink. I’m obsessed and I don’t even know her fucking name.
I want to change that fact, but I don’t know how. She is with two of her friends, and I don’t want to walk over there and interrupt that.
I’m about to tear my eyes off her when she locks eyes with me, a knowing grin on her lips as she moves her fingers in a little wave.
I shake my head and smile back, giving her a small wave.
“You two arewavingat each other? What are we, in elementary school? Go and talk to her, Q.” Cole bumps his shoulder into mine.
“You want me to just walk over there and start a conversation?” I reply cautiously.
“Yes, that’s how most adults converse,” he deadpans.
“Look, I know it’s been a while for you,” Pauly speaks up, his tone even and serious, no longer joking. I swallow hard as I stare back at him. “But clearly this girl interests you, and I haven’t seen that in a while. Go talk to her, or I swear to everything, I’ll do it for you,” he finishes.
“All right, all right.” I throw my hands in front of my chest in surrender. “I’ll go talk to her.”
I stand, glancing toward where she was sitting, except she’s not there anymore.
Disappointment fills me at the idea that she left. When I look at the makeshift dance floor, I see her there with her two friends.
If I thought I was intrigued before, nothing compares to now as she rolls her hips with confidence, sings along to the music, and smiles wide.
There’s something about seeing her so carefree, so sure of herself, and not afraid to dance in a bar full of people that turns me on even more.
The music changes from an upbeat remix of a pop song to a slower, softer melody. Her eyes roll at the change in music, and I can tell she’s about to beeline it off the dance floor, so before I can think twice, I’m charging toward her.
She’s nearly off the floor as she follows her friends, so I gently reach for her hand, and as soon as my skin makes contact with hers, an electric current jolts throughout my entire body.
I pull my hand back as she spins around to face me.
“Hey, no namer,” she says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
A quiet chuckle leaves my lips. “Dance with me.”
