Page 143 of The Forbidden Note

A disturbance breaks out near the gym entrance.

Gasps ripple through the room.

People stop dancing and stare.

I swing my gaze around, feeling the energy shift. The double doors are open and someone in a long dress glides in. I blink through the haze of soft white beams and fake ornamental wall lanterns, trying to see who it is.

The woman in the mask steps under a light and the entire room takes a breath.

At the sight of her, a shock of desire punches me in the face. That kind of violent, full-body lust only happens for one person.

Even in a mask and with her hair straight, I recognize her.

It’s Grey.

I take a step forward.

“Zane,” the girl standing beside me tries to grip my arm.

I press a palm to her shoulder and push her back, stalking past her and aiming for Grey.

I’m too far away.

By the time I arrive, Grey is already surrounded.

“Can I have this dance?” One bozo bows to her, reaching for her hand.

I slam him in the chest. “No you cannot.”

“Yes.” Grey tilts her head up. Her mask is white and designed with delicate silver jewels. It covers most of her face leaving only her full, delectable lips and part of her nose free.

Grey smirks at me, walks around my frozen body and takes off with that punk.

My teeth grind together.

I turn and glare at them. I don’t recognize the dress she bought, but holy hell it looks incredible. Sexy and elegant all at once. It cuts low at the front and shows enough of her chest to make a guy salivate.

The punk she’s dancing with? He’s about to slip on his own drool.

Sol appears beside me, his cup newly-filled and the vodka scent stronger. “Who knewthatwas what she looked like outside of pencil skirts?”

“Keep your eyes to yourself,” I growl.

Sol laughs and takes another sip.

Anger burning inside me, I prowl over to the guy dancing with Grey. She sees me coming, but she doesn’t let go of the joker’s hand.

“I’m cutting in.”

“No, you’re not,” Grey says.

“The lady said no, man.”

“Beat it,” I snarl with enough heat to summon a hurricane. “Now.”

The guy gives me an assessing look, sees my fisted hands and backs off.

Grey glares at me through her mask. I can feel her annoyance like a fire on my skin.

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