Page 40 of Brassy Bigwig

After a few minutes, I see a random guy on the edge of the dance floor making eyes at me.

Please don’t come over here.

But he does. I don’t dismiss him right off the bat, though I want to.

“Hi,” he screams over the loud music. “Want to dance?”

I don’t say yes, but I don’t turn him away. I just offer him a small, awkward smile and shrug my shoulders. Apparently, that’s as good as a yes to him, because he starts swaying along to the music behind me. The smile on Shelby’s face as she sees this all go down makes me roll my eyes.

The four of us dance as another two songs go by, before I’m past the point of being comfortable.

“Hey, I’m going to use the ladies’ room. I’ll meet you back at the sofa in a minute.”

Shelby flashes me two thumbs up as I excuse myself from the guy behind me. Just before I enter the back hallway, I turn around to see where he wandered off to, and I am happy to see it’s not to the sofa with Shelby and Reed.

Thankfully, the bathroom is empty when I get in there. I run some cold water over my hands and pat my cheeks with them.

No more alcohol for me. The room is beginning to spin.

I think I’ll tell Shelby I want to go home. She can stay and—

Suddenly, the ladies’ room door opens, and I see Dimitrios’s reflection staring back at me.

I knew I saw him.

“Are you following me now?” I turn and glare at him with an accusatory stare.

He doesn’t answer me. His only response is to lock the door to the bathroom behind him so no one else can get in.

“What are you doing?” My voice goes from stern to shaky in a heartbeat.

Still, he doesn’t answer me, but he no longer needs to. The look in his eyes. The jealousy and possession that burns beneath them is radiating outward, and I can feel the heat from here.

“Dimit—” I don’t get a chance to finish panting his name before his lips are on mine.

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