Page 3 of Sinful Promise

Even if it’s an unlikely theory, it’s not one I want to test with Danil. If it didn’t work out between us, it would be a disaster.

It’s not like we could call it quits and never see each other again. My sister is married to his brother, for Christ’s sake!

So, even if at night in my bed I can pretend the world is different, when we are together, I have to put Danil firmly in the friend zone. It’s difficult, though, because from the way my body reacts whenever he is around, I often consider moving him into at least the friends with benefits zone…

Danil hovers at a nearby table, where he stopped to chat to a few girls. They’re hanging off his every word, and he flashes them a calm smile that has that cute dimple appearing in his right cheek.

He’s so fucking sexy when he smiles like that.

Jana glances over her shoulder and laughs when she sees what I’m scowling at.

“Seriously, Emily, when are you just going to bite the bullet and fuck Danil? It’s clear you want to, seeing as he’s all you ever talk about.”

“Jana!” I hiss, glancing nervously at Danil.

He’s close enough to our table that he could have heard Jana, but there’s also a high chance that her words were drowned out by the music blaring through the speakers.

“It’s true, though.” She laughs, glancing over her shoulder again.

“Stop looking!”

“He’s so hot.” She sighs. “Don’t tell Mason I said that.”

“I will if you mention anything about me and Danil ever again.”

Jana rolls her eyes, and I anxiously look over at Danil again.

If he heard what Jana said, he’s not letting on.

But that might be because he’s deep in conversation with a girl who’s wearing a dress not too dissimilar to my own. Tight, revealing. Everything I rarely use, but tonight I decided to shake things up.

I figured my best friend only turns twenty-one once, so I wanted to dress up. I even put on red lipstick to match my dress, which I only ever wear on very special occasions.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself for why I chose to wear a dress that hugs my curves and is so low cut in the front that I have to keep adjusting it for fear of flashing a nipple to an unsuspecting patron.

Though it seems she wears it a lot better, considering she’s the one holding Danil’s attention, and I’m not.

She reaches out to touch his arm, and he grins, no doubt enjoying the attention.

Is he going to go home with her tonight?

The thought of him fucking her has my stomach sinking.

“Fuck this.” I reach for another shot.

I down it in one, hoping that it will help me forget just how lovesick I am.

“That’s it. You just need to drink more. It’s the only way to get used to the taste.”

“What if I don’t want to get used to the taste?”

Jana laughs. “You don’t really have a choice. You have to do as I say tonight.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

Jana pouts, pushing another shot into my hand. “Come on. It’s my birthday.”

“How many of these did you buy?” I cringe at all the empty glasses on the table.

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