Page 30 of Scandalous Little Obsession

We're back to playing cat and mouse. I'm still chasing after her. And one day, I'm hoping I'll catch her.

I watch as she walks away from me; the sway of her hips is deliberate, her skirt riding up slightly. My eyes are glued to her ass, how her hair barely brushes the curve, until she disappears down the stairs. The urge to run after her is strong. My need to be near her. To talk to her. To hear her voice.

But it's my obsession with the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips that's the most overwhelming feeling.

More.

That's the only way I can describe it.

I want more. Of everything.

And damn it, I'm going to get it.

By the time I reach the main room, it's more crowded than when I left. Finding Evie is going to be a challenge which is why I call in help.

Craig is exactly where I left him. His right arm is wrapped around a Playboy bunny, his left a scantily dressed cat. There's a huge smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

Until he sees me approach.

The light in his eyes dies because he knows I'm going to interrupt whatever perfect moment he's engaged in.

"Twila, Gene, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," he says as I come to a stop in front of the trio. The girls giggle as he unwraps himself from their bodies. Craig glares at me and whispers, "I might kill you in your sleep."

"Good to know."

"This better be quick. They were into—"

"I don't want to know." I already feel bad for interrupting, but I sure as shit don't want to hear what his plans are for later. Though, I can imagine where that was headed.

Good for him.

"Where's your little vixen?"

"That's what I need your help with. Help me find her. She's dressed as Poison Ivy."

"Yeah. I know." Raising my brow at him, he continues. "Some of the guys may have noticed her. And you. Together. You dragging her up the stairs. Her walking down alone with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Care to fill me in? I mean, I need to know what lie to tell the big man when he comes for you."

Shit.

"Nothing happened. That's the truth. Which sucks and is why I'm looking for her."

Craig slows to a stop, raises his arms, and points across the room. I follow his finger and find my angel dancing by herself in the middle of the crowd. Well, if you can call what she's doing dancing.

Her hips are moving to a beat of their own. Her arms are flailing around.

It doesn't matter. Her moves aren't what people are staring at, and I count at least seven pairs of eyes on her. All guys. All undressing her with their stare.

"Might want to stake your claim before one of them decides to." He's walking away before I can say anything.

Stake my claim.

That would be ... risky. Good for me. Good for her. Bad for both of us if Max is anywhere around.

One of the guys steps forward, and I find myself moving to intercept his approach. I'm not fast enough. His hand lands on her hip, startling her, and she spins to face him. From this distance, I can't hear what she's saying, but her body language tells the story all by itself.

She's clearly not interested in him.

And he doesn't seem to get the message.

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