Page 47 of Payback
“All the time!” She reaches back to check that her dress is covering her butt and then waves goodbye to me. “Don’t forget to call me sometime! I literally do nothing but watch Netflix and sew with my cat. It’s pathetic and I’d love some company.”
Mac turns and eyes me. “Aye, make sure my lad gets home safe and sound. Your bed or his…Makes no difference to me.” He shoots me a wink and carts his dance partner out of the club.
I chew away at my lip and picture how good Roan would look in my bed. That’s when I see him approaching, right behind Camden and Indie.
Indie sidles up next to me and states over the loud music, “We’re leaving.”
“Okay, I’m just about done with my drink.” I tip the remaining contents to the back of my throat and smile at the lovely buzz I have going on right now.
“No, I mean Camden and I are leaving.” She winks and then eyes Roan behind me.
Camden’s voice cuts in, “Roan, can you get Allie home safely?”
Roan’s posture straightens. “Of course.”
“Great. I trust you, man.” Camden pats Roan on the back and, without another word, takes off with Indie tucked under his arm.
Roan takes the seat that Freya vacated, and I can feel his large presence wrapping around me like a delicious weighted blanket.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “They’re basically giving us their blessing.”
A riot of goosebumps erupt all over my body. I quickly shake my glass at the bartender, indicating I need a refill. Everything about this night is easier to handle with alcohol.
I turn toward Roan, our faces now only inches apart, and he’s looking at me like he’s seen me naked. I’m looking at him like I’ve seen him naked. And I’m suddenly starting to wonder why the hell we’re not just seeing each other naked already.
Without pause, I grab Roan by the shirt and state, “Let’s go Jamie Fraser on the dance floor.”
He smiles and lets me lead him out to the swarm of people. He takes over our dancing and reminds me all over again why I haven’t deleted that stupid video of him.
It’s after midnight, and judging by the smudged makeup under Allie’s eyes, I’d say she’s good and drunk. We’re dropped off at my car in the Bethnal Green lot and then I drive Allie back to Camden and Indie’s. I had one drink all night, and I think it’s safe to say Allie drank what I didn’t.
She’s fidgety on the car ride to Notting Hill, her hands moving up and down her thighs as she crosses and uncrosses her legs. The way she’s squirming around in her sexy outfit and mussed up hair is driving me fucking mad. And the closer I get to Camden and Indie’s place, the heavier the sexual tension grows between us, making it hard to breathe.
Freya’s advice was spot-on. Getting Allie a little relaxed brought down all her walls, and now I get the sense that she is done trying to push me away. But as I park on the street in front of Camden and Indie’s townhouse, I know that tonight isn’t the time for us to reconnect.
I open Allie’s car door and offer her my hand. She smiles up at me, her eyes slightly drooped as she wraps her fingers around mine. “Such a gentleman.”
“Always,” I reply as we make our way up the stairs. “Do you have your key?”
“I do indeed.” She looks up at me seriously. “Do you have your key?”
My brows lift. “For my house? Yes, I have my key.”
Her eyes narrow. “Do you want to see my room?”
I blink back in astonishment. “Erm, your room?”
“Yeah, you know…My room. Four walls, a closet, a bed.”
The muscles in my shoulders tense at the thought of being in Allie’s bedroom. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. She’s drunk and probably horny.And I know I’m fucking horny, so this could end very bad or very good.
The prospect of very good is all it takes for my head to begin nodding in agreement.
She smiles with glee and places a finger over her lips. “We’ll have to be really quiet and sneak you in so we don’t get caught by Mom and Dad.”
She fumbles with the key while I press my forehead to the side of the house and silently berate myself for being so fucking weak. When the door opens, she reaches back and slides her fingers in mine to lead me through the corridor and straight for the large wooden staircase ahead.
I’m a fucking gentleman. I can handle this.
