“Lesley? The pretty blonde you’re here with?”
“I’m not here with her. At least not anymore. Listen, this is what’s going to happen: I’m going to get Dani, and you’re going to go ask Lesley to dance. Twirl her around, dip her, hell, kiss her for all I care, but under no circumstances should you or anyone else call my cell phone or Dani’s.”
“What if Sal’s burns down?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not going to burn down.”
“What if does?”
“Then let it burn.” Because if all goes well I have plans of spending the next several hours—days, if she’ll let me—worshiping Dani’s body.
16
Nice
“Love sucks,” I say to myself as I grab a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer. I pop the top, grab a spoon, and dive in. No sense scooping it into a bowl when I have plans of eating the whole damn thing.
My cell rings from where I left it on the counter, but I leave it there. It’s probably Sam calling to check on me, and I’ll end up being disappointed if it isn’t Ben.
Big, handsome, stupid Ben and his perfect body in that perfect suit with that perfect woman.
They’re probably still laughing and dancing. At the start of the night I had myself convinced there was absolutely nothing to worry about. But then I saw their heads pressed together, and it looked like she was putting her number into his phone. Why the hell would he need her number unless he was planning to call her?
“Ugh.” I shovel another bite into my mouth and plop down to the couch. “I am not going to sit here and think about him. Nope. Not happening.”
I won’t think about
the way his eyes lit up when they were dancing or how she giggled when he stepped on her toes because Ben can’t dance to save his life.
He should’ve been stepping on my toes, not hers.
I reach for the remote, but a soft knock on my front door stops me. I stare at the door, thinking maybe I was just hearing things when the knock happens again.
I put the ice cream on the coffee table and open the front door. All of the air whooshes from my lungs at the sight of Ben on my porch.
“What’re you doing here?”
“I came to check on you.”
His nose is red from the cold, and his hands are shoved so far into his pockets. He has to be freezing, but I’m not quite ready to let him in yet.
“Where’s Lesley?”
“At the party.”
“You left her there to come here?”
He nods. Hope bubbles up inside of me, but I quickly push it back down.
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
He’s not going to make it easy on me, and I don’t blame him. He put himself on the line once, and now it’s my turn.
“Would you like to come in?”
A smile touches his lips—lips I want on mine. And on my breasts and between my legs and well, everywhere really. “There are a lot of things I want, but that’s a start.”