Page 4 of Scarred Heir
“No, I…” She glanced down at my hand still resting against her heart. “You didn’t say where we’re going.”
“To dance.” I guided her in the direction of the dance floor.
“Wait.” She tried to stop, but I pulled her into the sea of hot, hyped-up people. “I don’t dance.”
“Of course you do.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and moved against her. “Dance with me.”
She let out an exasperated breath as she examined her surroundings, probably realizing how out of place she looked by standing there and not moving.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and synced her body with the music, moving against mine.
“See.” I spun her so her back was against my chest. “You can dance.”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t, I just don’t.” She turned to face me, draping her arms over my shoulders just as the music slowed down.
“I like this song.” I pulled her closer to me, feeling the heat of her skin on mine. “Why don’t you dance?”
“I don’t often have the opportunity.”
“It’s a good thing I own this club then.” I gripped her hips. “Now I can take you dancing whenever I want.”
“What makes you think I’m coming back?”
“You’ll be back.” I slid my hand up her hip, lightlyrubbing my knuckles over the side of her breast before tracing my fingers along her jaw. “I’m sure of it.”
She bit the corner of her lip when I cupped her face. Her eyes sparkled under the flashes of light strobing from the DJ booth. This unassuming goddess had caught my attention, and once I set my sights on something, there was no escaping me.
“Why are you staring at me?” Her lemon-scented breath ghosted my lips.
“I can’t look away from such beauty.”
She looked down at the floor.
“What’s the matter, Sable?” I forced her chin up so I could memorize every detail of her face. “Can’t take a compliment?”
She didn’t answer me, but that only added to the intrigue that surrounded her.
“You know what I find interesting?” I tightened my hold on her waist. “The packaging doesn’t match the product.”
“What?”
“Your unique name and those eyes of royalty don’t fit with your appearance.”
“Are you insulting me?”
“Not at all.” I stroked her cheek as I lowered my lips to hers. “If you belonged to me, you would have the best of everything.”
“Too bad I don’t belong to you.”
“You could.” I dropped my gaze to her lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Milo.” Lucas tapped by shoulder. “I need to speak with you.”
“This better be fucking important.”
He leaned into my ear and said, “Do you considersomeone attempting to sell drugs to your associates in your club fucking important?”
“Are you kidding me?” I shouted over the music. “Who the hell would be stupid enough to try that?” I let go of Sable. “I have to take care of something.”
