Page 9 of Dangerous Pursuit
I'm holding my breath as I dash past him, and it's not until the heavy club door closes behind me that I let out a deep exhale, tension rolling down my shoulders.
Great. In the span of a single night, I managed to turn myself into a stalkeranda fraud. And it's just fucking beginning.
The club is exactly how I remember it.
I try to squeeze myself between half-naked people, various moans and groans dying out amidst the blast of music. Outside might be long asleep, but this place? This place never sleeps.
I slowly inch my way forward without a sense of direction, scanning the place in search of the only person I actually want to see. How am I ever going to find him?
The main room alone is massive, and there must be fifty different corridors, and rooms, and nooks and crannies. Still, I'm determined.
I turn my head to look behind me, making sure I haven't walked past Liam already when I bump into something hard on my way. My head snaps forward and I yelp, taking a sharp step back.
I bumped into a guy. No biggie. Except the guy's mouth is currently connected with another guy's mouth in a soul-sucking kiss. Their chests are bare, hands roaming along each other's bodies. My gaze drops down to where their pelvises rock against each other, visible outlines of erections rubbing up and down and around.
Jesus. My mouth falls open. I don't watch them for more than a few seconds before my cock jerks in my pants and Liam's face pops into my mind all at the same time. "Are you fucking kidding me…" It's not until the men break their kiss and twohorny faces look at me simultaneously that I realized I said the words out loud. Shit. My head snaps left and I look at a random man pressed against a woman he’s with. I say louder this time, "There you are! I've been looking all over for you," just to get the other guys off my back.
The man's brow furrows. "Sorry," I mutter as I march right past him. "I confused you with someone else."
Jesus. I have to find Liam before I get my ass kicked for real.
I slide between sweaty bodies, my hope evaporating with every step I take.
A few minutes later, I'm ready to call it quits when a buzz-cut in the distance catches my attention. My pulse rises as my brain registers it's Liam's head towering above everyone else’s.
I pick up the pace as much as I can, bumping against strangers, throwing haphazard apologies every few steps until I finally reach the bar area where Liam is standing, one arm propped against the bar top, chatting up one of the bartenders.
Cutting into their conversation probably isn't optimal, but what other choice do I have? I already lost him once tonight.
Here goes nothing. I squeeze between Liam and a group of people to his left, bumping against them and forcing them to move a few inches. A leather-clad lady gives me a side-eye. I muster a polite smile. I don't have it in me to apologize anymore tonight.
Liam doesn't notice me at first, leaning over the bar, listening intently to whatever the bartender is saying. The man behind the bar is wearing the same black attire I saw Sawyerin the last time I've been here, his blond strands falling on his forehead, partly covering huge, green eyes. He's good looking.
My gaze ping-pongs between him and Liam.
Toogood looking.
I make sure to stand straight, puff out my chest, glare at the side of Liam's head and audibly clear my throat.
He doesn't notice, so I do it again, louder this time, the sound dying out in the chaos of the club as soon as I make it.
Liam's still oblivious, but the bartender spots me then, directing his attention to me. "What can I get you?" he asks with a Hollywood smile. Damn it. He's nice, too.
"Actually, I just wanted a word with this guy." I jerk my chin toward Liam's side. Andthenhe finally notices.
Two hundred pounds of pure muscle turns my way. "Well, well," his deep voice tears through the loud music with ease. "If it isn't the FBI."
I let out a breath I was holding, the air escaping my lips in a soft, shaky sigh. At least he remembers me.
"Problem?" the bartender asks, his brows raised.
"Nah, all good. Talk later," Liam tells him, before turning his attention back to me. His crew cut is a little longer on the top than it was a few weeks ago, but his deep-set eyes haven't lost their intensity. "I was wondering when I'd see you again."
A wave of heat runs through me. I make sure the bartender is out of earshot and put my elbow on the bar top, mirroring Liam. "You have?"
"Once someone steps foot in this place, theyalwayscome back."
"Guess that's true for me…" I grin, leaning in closer, "although probably for different reasons." I try to infuse my voice with as much seduction as I can, then realize how ridiculous I must sound. Fuck.
