Page 63 of Dance of Defiance
He blushes, but then grins and shrugs. “Freshly bleached, ladies.”
“Oh my God…” Naomi groans, burying her face in her hands. “I need another drink. Anyone else?”
Evie starts to raise her hand but Milena firmly puts it back down for her.
Naomi and Tate head off to the bar and everyone else settles into the huge, curved VIP booth. I grit my teeth, silently groaning when Gerard makes a point of slipping in right next to me, and then fucking sliding his hand onto my thigh.
“You never texted me back,” he pouts, poking me.
I roughly shove his hand away.
“Correct,” I growl.
He pouts harder. “Why,” he whines.
“I was ignoring you,” I say flatly, which for some reason makes him giggle and try to put his arm around me.
Yeah, no.
I shrug him off just as my phone buzzes, which I yank out of my pocket and then cock a brow at.
Roman
Let me make it up to you.
I suck on my teeth for a second. Then I exhale slowly. Fine, I’ll play this game.
Me
How.
Roman
start with buying u a drink?
Me
I already have one, thanks.
Roman
looks like ur almost done tho.
What thefuck.
I glance around, twisting my neck sharply to scan the club. I see other partiers, couples making out, the packed bar, the pulsing dance floor, the DJ booth…
Wait.
My gaze snaps back to the bar. Roman is standing near the wall, swaying a little on his feet, glassy-eyed but staring right at me.
“Who are you looking for, baby?”
I flinch, recoiling slightly when Gerard settles a little more onto my lap.
“Nobody. Fuck off.”
He laughs. “Somean.”
