Liar

When there was a break in the crowd, I caught sight of her outfit and choked on the air in my lungs. She wore the exact same outfit I’d seen her in when we first met at Voyeur almost two years ago. Same silver sequins mini skirt. Same silky cream camisole that hung on her curves, not doing anything to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A strip of stomach bared between the two materials, begging to have my hand grip her there while she rode my cock.

Shaking my head, I turned away. If Daniel saw me right now, there’d be no hiding how much I wanted her.

Not even bothering with the glass, I tipped the bottle back and drank.

Ten minutes later, she was three people over at the corner of the bar, taking her first round of shots. She dropped the glass to the wood with a slap and, as if she could feel my eyes on hers, looked directly at me.

Her huge smile softened, shocked at finding me there. Then it tilted up with a whole new kind of happiness that I had yet to see her give to anyone else here. I couldn’t have stopped my chest from puffing up with pride even if I’d tried. Nodding, I tipped the bottle as a salute.

Her smile turned predatory as she skirted around the few people between us until she stood in the narrow space between my stool and the next. Not sitting down, just leaning against the bar, causing her breasts to sway enticingly under her slip of a shirt.

“Hey, Mr. Kent. Surprise seeing you here.”

“You seemed surprised by everyone here.”

She opened her lips, and I held my breath, waiting for whatever would fall out, preparing myself for the temptation.

“He’s here for me,” Daniel interjected.

I faced the bar, stiffening my spine to not turn and look at her. Olivia still leaned against the bar, too close, uncaring of whoever was around. I had to admit, I liked her boldness. If she were anyone other than my best friend’s niece, I’d be the man taking her to the hallway for sex.

“Thank you, Uncle Daniel.”

“Anything for the princess,” Daniel exaggerated with a bow and a wink.

A waitress grabbed his attention and pulled him away, but still, I fought to keep my gaze locked forward. My skin pulled so tight over my tense muscles, and I damn near jumped out of my seat when her small hand rested just above my knee.

“Olivia,” I growled my warning.

She, of course, completely ignored it. “How’s Paige?”

Paige who?

The way she kept biting her lip and inching her hand higher, I barely knew my own name.

“She’s fine,” I grunted.

“Any plans to see her in New York?”

Her immaturity shined through in that moment, letting her jealousy pour out in a snide voice. It was enough to bring me out of the lusty fog she pulled over me, and I gripped her wrist just before she reached my cock.

“That’s none of your business.”

Her tendons jumped under my fingers when she fisted her hand in irritation. Good for her. I was being a dick about Paige, and Olivia should shove me to the curb. Her lips parted, and I braced myself like I always did with her. But a young jock pressed against her back, leaning down to talk.

“Hey, save a body shot for me later.” His hand slid over her waist, where I’d imagined holding her earlier, and a primal roar rumbled deep in my chest.

Olivia watched it all and cocked a brow at my reaction before slowly extracting her wrist from my grip, too subtle for the asshole behind her to notice. When I didn’t rise to meet the challenge in her eyes, she pouted before turning her head just enough to smile up at him.

“Sure. Now dance with me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Where was Daniel to prevent this giant caveman from dragging such innocence out on the floor to do those moves? They were practically fucking in front of everyone. She flicked her gaze my way to make sure I was watching, and I quickly averted my eyes and took too big of a drink from the bottle.

“The kids aren’t that bad,” Jackson joked.

“That’s because you’re still a kid.” He was in the latter half of his twenties.

“Yeah, but I’m settled down now with Jake. I’m too content to go out and party. They exhaust me just looking at them. I can’t wait to get home and curl up with Jake and watch some sports.”

I’d never thought of settling down after college. Life had too much to offer to find a home and lock myself in one place. But I had to admit, hearing Jackson talk about his relationship spurred an itch behind my chest that had never been there before—a need I didn’t want to think about.