Page 95 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

She looks fucking unreal tonight, and I can’t stop myself. My hand slides down her thigh. She moves with me instantly, leaning in and kissing me.

“Whoa. It’s way too early for that. We’re not even drinking yet,” Sarah cuts in, grabbing Katie and pulling her back.

I exhale through my nose, jaw tightening as I force myself to sit there and take it, even though every instinct in me wants to tell her to mind her own fucking business.

Katie looks at her. “Dance?”

“Yes! But we need drinks.”

“Let’s go to the bar,” Katie says.

I catch her before she can move. My hand closes around her waist as I pull her down onto my lap.

“Doll, we don’t go to the bar.”

I lift a finger, and the response is immediate. A server appears at our table. Katie grins, clearly entertained.

“Look at what my boyfriend can do,” she says to Sarah.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Sarah brushes it off, sliding down next to Luca, who’s sitting there watching with a smirk.

Katie’s arms slide up and wrap around my neck. Her body settles against mine.

“What can I get you?” the server asks.

“Doll?”

“Something fruity,” she says. “With vodka.”

“Anything in particular?” the server presses.

Katie just grins. “Surprise me.”

“And for you, sir?” she asks.

“Oh, let me guess,” Katie cuts in, her voice bright with amusement. “A whiskey neat.”

“Sir?”

“What she said.”

The server turns to Luca and Sarah, but I’m already tuned out. My focus is back on her.

“You act like you know me,” I say quietly against her ear.

“I’m starting to,” she murmurs, leaning in until her forehead rests against mine.

“Katie, please make googly eyes at your very hot boyfriend later. We came here to dance.”

Shut the fuck up, Sarah.

“Fine!” Katie laughs, sliding off my lap. “Lead the way.”

Sarah grabs her hand and pulls her toward the dance floor. Katie glances back, gives me a quick wave, and turns forward, already moving with the music as they join the crowd. I lean back against the couch watching her. The server comes back with our drinks and sets them down. I tip her and move Katie’s aside.

“So you’re fucking Katie’s best friend.”

It isn’t a question.