Page 60 of Indulge
I’m drawn to him in a completely different way than I am to Rowan.
“I guess. You joining for karaoke?” I ask Lily.
She holds up a hand and shakes her head.
“God no. I’ll watch, maybe film it,” she says with a grin.
With that, I down my champagne and grab Rowan’s hand as I jump off the bar stool.
Rowan scrolls through the karaoke tablet, grinning like the devil himself.
The lights dim, the cheap disco ball spinning lazy circles across the room, catching flecks of gold in his hair.
“What are we singing, rockstar?” I ask, crossing my arms.
He flashes me that wolfish grin. “Something you’ll know, sweetheart.”
He taps the screen, and the opening riff of‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’by Yungblood blares through the speakers.
“Oh, you’re kidding me.”
He holds out the mic with a mock bow. “Ladies first.”
The room goes wild—well, as wild as this drunken crowd can manage. My pulse races as the lyrics come up, and I glare at him before letting the chaos pour out.
“Tonight, I wanna give it all to you…” I sing into the mic, my voice rough but loud enough to earn cheers.
He joins in on the next line, that deep rasp of his cutting through the noise. We’re inches apart, our energy bouncing off each other like fire and gasoline.
He moves closer, eyes locked on mine, our voices colliding. Every word feels like a confession neither of us should be making in public.
By the chorus, he’s got a hand on my waist, dragging me into him. The crowd is screaming, clapping, phones out. But all I can feel is the heat between us.
I can’t tell if we’re performing or combusting.
When the song ends, he yanks me closer, lips grazing my ear.
“You’re something else, precious.”
“So are you,” I whisper back.
We’re still too close, still riding that high when the applause fades. I hand the mic back to the host and step down from the stage, the adrenaline still pulsing through me.
That’s when it happens.
A man’s hand grabs my ass as I walk past.
I freeze.
Then turn.
Rowan’s already seen it. His entire body changes.
He’s off the stage before I can blink, slamming into the guy so hard the stool clatters to the floor. The crowd gasps as Rowan grabs him by the collar and smashes his head into the edge of the bar.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he roars.
“Rowan, stop!” I shout, grabbing his arm. But he’s gone, every muscle straining. I know this look from my brothers.
