Page 52 of Slow Burn

“Geez, you’re like a broken record.” Georgia swatted him.

He took a sip of the drink he had bought at the bar. “What we did was a one-time deal, but I know how important it was. You’ll always remember that.”

Ugh, he was so infuriating.

“And you’re going to forget about it?” She was uncharacteristically mad, but maybe it was just a trait he brought out in her.

For once, she won their war of words. He didn’t answer and stared at the whiskey in his glass.

Anna bounced back to their booth with two men trailing her. “George,” she sang over the music. “This is Nicholas and Kevin, and they asked for us to dance. Want to?”

“Yes, this is perfect timing.” She pushed Elijah to stand so she could get out. He refused to move and glared at her instead. No way was she letting him ruin her night. “Move.”

Without breaking eye contact, he responded to Anna. “She’ll meet you out there.”

“Five minutes or I’m coming back,” Anna threatened with a tease in her tone before she and her two new friends went to the dance floor.

“You better move.” Georgia pushed at him again. “I want to dance.”

His eyes flashed with anger, which wasn’t fair. He was the one who said it was only sex. She was surprised he didn’t make a damn notarized document out of it.

“You can’t kidnap me from having fun!” Georgia was fed up with him ignoring her request to get out of the booth.

“This isn’t kidnapping,” he corrected her, taking a slow, casual sip of his drink.

“You are keeping me from where I want to be.”

He put his glass down, and damn him, he licked his lower lip. “Neither of those assholes will make you come the way I did.”

This was ridiculous.

And, unfortunately, sexy as hell.

But after his millionth reminder of how he wasn’t going to sleep with her again, she was over him leading her on.

“I’ll let you know who measures up better if that happens. Now, get up.”

Roman came over with a drink for him and Elijah. “I got you another whiskey. Three drinks were already bought for me, and Anna is pissed.”

Elijah stood, finally giving the room Georgia needed to get out of the booth. She glanced at her friend, who was having the time of her life on the dance floor.

“Doesn’t look like it to me. I bet she hooks up with Kevin,” she corrected Roman’s assumption of Anna moping.

“The fuck,” Roman muttered under his breath when he watched Anna dance.

Georgia glared at Elijah. “That leaves Nicholas for me.”

Standing tall, she moved her way to the dance floor.

IF ELIJAH CLUTCHED the glass in his hand any tighter, it was going to shatter.

Not only was Georgia shaking her ass all over some fucking guy who looked like he was about to come in his pants but she was also doing it with no regard for Elijah. Once she walked away, she didn’t look back.

And it was driving him mad.

“Who are those two guys?” Roman asked as he downed his drink.

“Fuck if I know. Anna paraded them over here, and now they’re one second away from me pulling the damn fire alarm.”