Page 14 of Dating the Rebel
Part of whatever he was up to?
It had to be, because he’d never looked at her like this before, like he wanted her. And if he kept looking at her that way, she wasn’t sure what she would do.
But she knew what she wanted to do...pull his head down to hers and kiss him—deeply, passionately. She wanted to press her body against the long, hard length of his. She wanted to...
Desperate to escape him before she made a fool of herself, she stepped back into the crush of dancers behind her—using the other bodies to shield hers from his. And she disappeared into the crowd.
But she knew they were on an island, so she wouldn’t be able to escape him for long. And even if she could, she wouldn’t want to, because he was her ride back home.
No. All she needed was a few moments to collect herself, to breathe...without him filling her senses and making her lose her common sense.
She’d ditched him.
That was a new experience for Grant.
Was she giving him payback on behalf of his long-ago prom date? He hadn’t really ditched his date, though. He’d only abandoned her for a little while until he’d taken all the money off the chaperones.
And since that night...
Well, he’d had to abandon a few other dates, but that hadn’t been his fault. He’d been called out on time-sensitive missions those times. If he’d taken the time to explain, lives might have been lost, including his own.
He doubted Miranda had ditched him for a mission. But why had she?
And where the hell had she gone?
Her passport was on his plane, so she wouldn’t be able to leave Ibiza without him. So she couldn’t have gone far if she ever wanted to go home.
But she wasn’t in the ladies’ room; he’d already asked a waitress to check for him. Not that he was entirely sure she’d told him the truth, since she’d seemed more interested in becoming his date than in finding the one he already had.
The waitress was too young and too eager to please to interest him. He wanted more of a challenge—like Miranda.
Sick of the noise and the heat of the club, he stepped outside. A faint breeze blew in across the water, drawing him toward the beach that was just yards from the club. Night had fallen while they’d been inside, but the moon was high and bright, illuminating the sand and the woman who stood barefoot on it, her sandals dangling from her fingers. That breeze played in her pale hair, tossing the tresses around her shoulders while it plastered her dress against her body, leaving nothing to his imagination.
But what he would do with her...
That he kept imagining, over and over again, how he would touch her, taste her, please her...
“Couldn’t find a janitor’s closet?” he asked as he joined her.
She turned to him, her lips curving into a slight smile. “I wasn’t looking for a game, Grant.”
And she was so damn smart that she knew that was what he was doing: playing with her. That was what he’d wanted to do...tease her until she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
And then he would get her to promise to leave Blair and Teo alone...
Blair.
His sister was his reason for being here, but he’d had to remind himself. For a while, watching Miranda move so sexily on the dance floor, he’d forgotten why the hell he’d sought her out to begin with. He’d forgotten his own damn name. Everything but her...
Then she’d disappeared on him, and he’d felt a twinge of panic. That wasn’t something he often allowed himself to feel. Panic was too debilitating. A distraction he couldn’t afford. Like her...
She was a distraction he couldn’t afford. But for his sister’s sake, he couldn’t abandon this mission. He had to persevere despite the risk.
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
She held up her face to that slight breeze and emitted a soft sigh. “Some fresh air and peace and quiet.”
He could relate. The music pounded inside his head still, the beat of it making his body throb. No. That wasn’t the beat; it was his attraction to her that made his body throb, his pulse pound, his heart race.
