Page 21 of Game of Love
One dance then I’d leave. One dance to forget and then I’d go home. I was almost sure that when I got home either Pa or someone else would be waiting outside my house for me. Or, inside to piss me off.
I went down to the floor, allowing the music to envelope me with the beat. It was the kind to make your body move and move I did.
A twist and a wiggle, with my hands running down my chest down to my waist and then I found Mr. Gorgeous again.
Watching me…
Watching me this time with a slow easy grin that warmed my insides right up.
Jesus…it was like my body took on a life of its own, reacting freely in response to this man without the control of my brain.
He was on the upper deck now, across the dance floor, closer than previously. And still looking at me. His eyes roamed over my body taking me in slow and purposefully like he was committing me to memory, and I allowed myself to do the very same.
I’d never been the shy wallflower. Most times it got me in trouble. Ma always blamed our hair color. She was a platinum blonde like me. Her family were from Sicily. She said it was enough to tap into the essence of trouble. That and the hot Italian blood running through my veins always had me hyped up with sexual curiosity.
I could hardly be blamed if I had a man looking at me the way this one was.
Instinct told me to give him something to look at, so I did. I thought I’d turn up the sexy a little more in my moves. He seemed to like that because that grin on his face became more of a satisfied smile.
I stopped though and turned away, teasing. It was stupid fun and I had to admit, stupid was just how I felt when I looked back and saw he was gone again.
I jumped when a large hand gripped my waist.
I thought it might be him but it wasn’t. It was one of the drunk oafish guys who’d been drinking in a group when I’d first got here. This one was the most obnoxious oaf. With his burly hands and scruffy appearance he looked like he’d seem more at home in a barn, or living in the woods somewhere.
He said something to me but the music was too loud to hear him.
I shuffled away from him, but he gripped me again, pulling me flush against the solid wall of his chest. While the music enveloped me, the stench of beer and rum clung to me from his shirt. It actually burned my face.
“Let go of me,” I gasped, struggling to break free. In the sea of bodies smashing together it was almost impossible to move away.
The chance to escape the hold he had on me came when the music changed to Elliot Saint’s remix of Shades of Grey and everyone, including him, cheered at the selection.
I practically rushed away and made it to the other end of the room where I’d seen Mr. Gorgeous.
This section led to the long corridor that would take me to the back exit. It was closer to where I’d parked my car but not as well lit or populated like the rest of the club. It was the place people came to make out.
I passed a couple who really needed to get a room with the way they were touching each other.
Just as I was about to turn the corner to head outside, a hand grabbed mine and yanked me to a stop, jerking my neck.
It was the oafish guy from the dance floor.
“Hey baby, where are you going? We didn’t finish dancing.”
“We never began,” I informed him.
He tightened his grip around my wrist. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that?”
Damn it, it was times like this when I wished Pa or one of his guys was nearby. It was just my luck that the one night I chose to catch my breath, this ended up happening to me.
“Let me go,” I snapped, once again trying to break free of him.
He pulled me back to him. As he did so though, he crashed into someone. The impact made him release the hold he had on me.
I turned to see that we didn’t just bump into any old person.
It was Mr. Gorgeous.
