“What would you do if I did that?”
“Sit and have a beer. Watch.”
Make sure no other males come in here and get an eyeful...
She assesses the surroundings. “Nobody’s dancing. Because you’re here.” She pokes me in the chest. “All the males ran off because of you.”
I want to touch her, haul her close, carry her home and put her to bed, cover her with my body, fall asleep with her under me. Iwant to know she’s safe, that she’s close. But I can’t touch her. She can touch me, but I can’t touch her.
I’m very fucking relieved I don’t have to set eyes on Danica right now sitting there smug in this knowledge.
Bailey adds, “Of course you ruined my dance party, Jason Creed. Of course!”
“Sorry, Bay,” I say.
“Zap!” she says and pokes my chest. “Zap, zap, zap.” She rests her palm on my chest and the feel of it burns a path straight to my dick. I hold myself still, which is difficult.
I’m not sorry all the males are out of sight. I still smell them and I’m not pleased about that, but the fact they’re on the other side of those doors is tolerable for the moment.
“Why aren’t you acting like a neanderthal?”
I sigh. “Dunno. Maybe because I’m tired. I was havin’ the best nap I’ve ever had when I heard you were here causin’ a scene.”
She gasps indignantly. “I wasn’t causing a scene! I was having a dance party! It’s just that nobody wanted to dance with me. Because they’re scared of you. Boys, at least. All the girls wanted to dance, though.” Her shoulders slump. “Who was the rat? Who snitched on me?”
I’m staring at her navel, about to quip about the skin she’s showing but decide against it. That’d certainly set her off.
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Probably Joel. Or Linc. I wasn’t trying to get you and Linc in a fight, Jase. It’s just… I’ve had no dances except that one with you and we’re not gonna talk about that. Wait. Nope. This is not a poor me party.” She squares her shoulders. “Never been dated or kissed. What a sad song that’d be…”
“Never been dated, never been kissed?” I repeat.
I resist the urge to pump my fist and holler happily. Because this means I’ll be the first to date her, the first to kiss her. I’ve already got that first dance, though I want a do-over because I only vaguely remember it and it was very platonic. Since I can’t touch her tonight, that dance will have to happen in a few days.
“Shut up. I never said I was talking about me.”
“Sure you weren’t,” I quip. “Wanna go home and I’ll make us some food?” I ask.
“Not hungry,” she says and presses her palm against my chest again. “Zap.”
I’m frozen, absorbing the feel of her hot hand on my chest. I stare at it. She’s staring at it.
She breaks the spell with a giggle, leaning in to tell me, “I had bathtub cookies.”
I laugh. “That’s not dinner, baby.”
Her glassy-eyed look fades and sharp eyes are now on my face. “I do what I want,” she insists and spins away moving back to the table. “I’m the boss of me. Not some big, sexy dimpled alpha with his big …” She gestures toward me, eyes on my crotch, then mutters, “Attitude.”
She’s not talking about my attitude.
Fuck, she’s being cute. And I’m disappointed her warm hand is no longer on me.
“And… since the dance party is over, I guess I wanna go. Can we have another dance party some other time, girls?”
“Sure we can,” Vivica says. “Anytime you want.”
“Because we do what we want!” Bailey exclaims and rushes her way, wrapping her arms around her. Vivica whispers something in her ear.
Bailey hugs her tighter, and her breath hitches.