Page 53 of Keeping Kasey
She doesn’t have to push through the crowd—they part for her.
Kasey doesn’t look away from me as she walks, and the closer she gets, the more sure I am that my worst-case scenario isn’t her plan. She’d have to scan the room for a willing suitor, which she isn’t doing.
After what feels like an eternity, Kasey is within my reach, and the irresistible urge to touch her buzzes through every nerve in my body.
I’m about to reach out and kiss her right here in front of everyone—screw the consequences—but when she stops, it’s not me she gives her attention to.
She leans toward the girl dancing on me, who’s been oblivious to my lack of attention, and says something that I can’t hear over the music.
The girl stops dancing, and I smile.
Kasey threatened her.
My possessive little—
The girl takes Kasey’s hand with a mischievous grin and leads her to the middle of the dance floor.
I can’t remember the last time I was speechless, but as I watch the girl turn her dancing on Kasey, I have absolutely no words.
All I can do is stare.
I’ve been to every strip club my family owns, and there’s not a single show that can compare to the sight of Kasey’s hips swaying playfully with a suggestive smile on her full lips. Her curls bounce with each movement, framing her delicate face. With eyes closed, Kasey loses herself in the music.
Her top—which has been driving me crazy all night—clings to her willowy silhouette, and the whiskey-streaked jeans shape her legs perfectly.
Kasey is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I’d be happy to watch her dance for the rest of my life.
The only issue?
Every single one of my soldiers seems to feel the same way.
Any admiration turns to simmering rage that I don’t attempt to quench.
I snap out of my stupor when the girl leads Kasey to stand on the bartop at the encouraging hollers of half the club. A few other girls climb up to join them, but as far as I’m concerned, only one of them matters.
And I am going to kill her.
One second, I’m holding my whiskey glass. The next, it’s shattered on the floor, and I’m shoving through the crowd.
When I finally get to the bar, I don’t linger.
I grab Kasey’s legs and haul her unceremoniously over my shoulder.
Her shout rivals the music as her chest crashes into my back. I keep a steel hold over her legs as I turn on my heels. There’s no need to push anyone now. I’m given ample space by the curious spectators.
Kasey beats against my back, and I can’t help smiling at the attempt as I pass the line for the bathrooms and head for the office in the back.
Travis, the club manager, stands from his chair at my entrance.
“Out,” I bark, and he practically runs from the room.
I set a red-faced Kasey down, then lock the door.
She’s on me as soon as I turn—and not in the way I’d like.
Faster than I can catch, her hand whips out and smacks me across the face.
“You had no right to do that! Do you have any idea how that made me look?”
