“Trying to get to my friends.”
“That I can see, but your name, please. Or I could just call you mine if you’d like,” I said.
“I have a boyfriend.” Immediately my teeth ground together and determination told me to go on the hunt.
“Really, and he let you come out like that? Like you were available.”
“I’m here to dance.”
“In that? I can see your nipples pressed against your skin-tight top. And that skirt, well, it looks a bit short.” I leaned around to look at her ass. “Yes, very short. Your ass is too big to keep it from riding up.”
“That’s a terrible thing to say to a woman,” she charged.
“Well, I don’t agree. I think your ass would feel wonderful in my hands as you rode me.”
“Wow, you’re a bit too much,” she said, shaking her head with a chuckle.
“I don’t care. I want the truth. Do you really have a boyfriend? And does he know you went out like that?”
“Fine, I don’t have a boyfriend. And I’m not here to find a guy. This is my friend’s outfit, so please leave me be.”
“No can do, Mine.”
“I’m not yours.”
“I beg to differ.” I don’t know what came over me, but it was this sense of possessiveness that demanded she be claimed. I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. For all that talk, she hadn’t resisted my touch. She was acting tougher than she was. Something she didn’t need to do with me.
Chapter 2
Denise
His hands wrapped around my waist with his fingers pressed into the small of my back, nearly touching my ass. I didn’t move because despite every bit of attitude I muttered, none of it was legit. I wanted this man. One that didn’t fit in here. This was a club for kids and yet, he was in a suit looking too old for me. There were several other men in suits, but they weren’t with him and something about them screamed danger. Anthony and his pretty blue orbs made me feel safe. Even though he was massive in size, something about the way he looked at me assured me that I had nothing to worry about. I tilted my head up in a weak attempt to stand my ground, but all I could do was give him what he wanted.
“Denise,” I whispered as his face dipped closer to mine.
“Denise, you’re mine,” he replied just before he kissed me. It wasn’t hard and demanding, but it took my breath away. Whoever this man was, he’d done something to me in a moment that would take a lifetime to shake.
“Introduce me to your friends,” he demanded. I could tell he was used to being assertive and bossy, but somehow it turned me on. I hadn’t even started drinking and my inhibitions were down where this man was concerned. My body screamed for him to take me, and from the stiff length that pressed up against my belly, his was screaming for me, too.
“Okay,” was all I could muster. My eyes were trained to the lips that had seized mine. I was putty. Pure putty. He took a drink from my hands, then grabbed that hand with his other to hold. He even intertwined our fingers. Putty, I say, pure, messy putty.
Chapter 3
Tony
Three girls sat at this large table. They were dressed just as skimpy as Denise, but I only had eyes for my woman. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet…”
“Tony,” I interrupted. I hated to be called Anthony, but something told me I would love to hear it from her lips. I leaned down near her ear and whispered, “Only you get to call me Anthony.”
“This is your drink, Veronica.” She took the one in her hand and placed in on the table, then took the one from my hand and downed it, finishing in one gulp. It wasn’t a large drink, but it was clear she needed fortification. Hell, I could use some, too, but I had to be strong. I was running on false bravado and two drinks.
“Wow, someone’s thirsty,” Veronica said.
“Hi, I’m Amanda. It’s nice to meet someone who caught Denise’s attention. Especially so quickly,” she smiled, her eyes flirting with me. I arched my brow at her like she’d lost her mind doing that in front of her supposed friend.
“You know, Denise, we’re going to call it a night.”
I wonder what was going on, but just then my brother sent me a text.