Page 110 of Rush the Edge

Daisy’s girly laugh fills the air. “Obviously.” She shoots me a look that makes me want to wrap my hand around her neck to bring her mouth to mine. “This isn’t my first time going out. I know how men work.”

River, clearly oblivious to the raging war going on inside of me, shakes his head. “Daisy and Natalia were masters at getting free drinks in college.”

“Well, they weren’t always free.” Daisy puts her glass up to her lips, but I can still see the outline of her sexy grin.

“Meaning?” I ask.

River clears his throat. “This is getting gross. Later.”

With his beer, he heads toward the bar where a few women are standing. I should join him, just to put Daisy in her place, but I’m too interested in her answer to move even an inch.

“I mean, what do you expect when you buy a girl a drink?” She toys with the rim of her cup, licking the salt off the top. I know she’s doing it on purpose. “Oh, wait.” She laughs sarcastically. “You don’t have to buy them drinks. I’m sure those slutty puck bunnies you’re so fond of just open right up for you.”

My beer clanks to the table with force as I set it down. I quickly lean in, and Daisy’s knowing grin disappears right away. “Stop fucking with me.”

The teasing glint in her eye disappears, and I know a challenge is coming. Her shoulders straighten, and she pushes her chest out so I get a direct view of her irresistible cleavage. “Or what?”

It’s sort of sad that she thinks she can beat me at this little game. I tap my fingers against the table. “Or I’ll really give you a reason to be jealous.”

Daisy’s lips part, but she keeps the charade up by acting unfazed. “The only person who is going to be jealous tonight is you.”

My mouth curves. “You’re going to regret saying that, baby.”

Daisy snatches her drink, and I watch as she downs it in one gulp.

Ah, hell. Here we go.

“We’ll see,” she quips.

Before she can get too far, my hand winds around her waist briefly. I slip my mouth right next to her ear. “I’ll win, little devil…” I move in front of her so she can’t beat me out to the dance floor. “‘Cause I always get what I want.”

And what I want isher.

Thirty-Seven

DAISY

I bit off morethan I can chew.

Being alone in my apartment, filling my head with all sorts of empowering thoughts is one thing. Coming face to face with Kane and suffocating in the energy that surges between us is another.

My heart beats quicker every time he grabs a new girl to dance with. His palm, the same one that caressed my body like I was the most desirable thing on the planet, wraps around some blonde’s waist, and although they’re just dancing, I’m brimming with jealousy. It’s not the good kind of jealousy either. It’s the kind that will break my heart in two if I let it.

Searching for a good candidate to dance with, I spot a face I recognize.

Malaki?And Reese?

Relief slips down my spine at the sight, even if I am confused. I rush to them and envelop her in a hug that’s more like a death grip. “I’m so glad to see you.”

She pulls back, those honey-colored eyes softening. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

I nod and smile. “I’m fine. I’m just happy to see a familiar face. Wait, what are you doing here?”

All of a sudden, Malaki slips into the conversation and puts his arm around Reese’s shoulders. “I convinced her to come out with me.”

Reese’s face twists. “If requesting several Uber drivers until you get me as your driver is your way of convincing, then okay.”

Malaki grins.

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