Page 98 of Undone

I pull back, breaking the spell. “I can’t.”

He searches my face in the dark, reading the signs of resignation.

His hands drop from me, fisting in the fabric on either side of my head. He untwirls us and I’m deposited back by the edge of the dance floor. My lips swollen from his, my body flushed and throbbing.

“Luce? What the hell happened?” Sally demands.

“Roque Salvatore.”

“What? He’s here?”

I nod. “He almost seduced me. Feet from the dance floor.”

“Why didn’t you let him?”

“Because I’m not a complete whore?”

“Despite what your heart says, you’re single.”

I bite my lip, looking up, catching a set of turquoise eyes smoldering from across the floor.

He tells me, he’s not giving up. His body is coiled, ready to spring and I’m still the prey he has his sights on. Women press against him on either side, sliding hands up and down his arms.

But his eyes are on me.

Only on me.

“We need to leave. Right now.”

“What? Why?”

“I just need to go.”

Sally turns her gray head and spots Roque. “Oh, no. No way in hell. We’re staying until they kick us out.”

“I can’t.” My nails dig into my palms. “He’ll seduce me by morning. I’ll end up pregnant with a mobster’s baby and trapped for life.”

Sally rolls her eyes, “And that’s a bad thing? Look at him. He’s a conqueror. A man like that has to be a stud in the sack.”

I grab her arm. “Let’s go. Please.”

She puts her drink down reluctantly. “Fine. But next time we’re staying.”

I don’t bother to answer; there won’t be a next time. My clubbing days are behind me and tonight was a reminder why they need to stay there.

But I can’t help looking back over my shoulder at Roque, who raises a brow and lifts his drink, mouthing, “This isn’t over,” slowly, ensuring I can read his lips still swollen from mine.

My heart pounds.

But as we leave, I wonder… for who?

While I was dancing with Roque, my cell was missing calls from Smith. He sounded drunk and desperate. I could barely understand the garbled words he left on my voicemail.

I never called him back.

Why, would I?

My life is moving forwards not back.

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