“I wouldn’t let you.” Ryan snakes his armaround me possessively and nuzzles his nose in my hair. The gesturegiving me the most sensitizing kind of chills.
“Relax, I could never mistake Sean for you.”I kiss him tenderly, running my tongue along his bottom lip.
“Good. Because I would have to kill him if hetried anything stupid with you.” And there’s a flash of warning inhis eyes.
“I don’t think he’d do that.” I try to pacifyhim. I don’t like that look one bit.
“With Sean you never know.” He digs hisfingers into my flesh and kisses me so hard it feels like he’strying to brand his name onto my lips. “I’m going to go get mythings and have a quick conversation with Daniel.”
“Who’s Daniel?” I ask woozy, trying torecover from that imperious kiss.
“The owner who approached me about Vegas. Iwant to tell him I’m in.”
A little stab of reality hits me when Ryansays the wordin. We’re really going to do this.
“Okay, go. I’ll be fine. Do what you haveto.”
Ryan’s face lights up with a huge smile. “Iam going to make you so happy,” he grabs my chin gently.
“You already make me happy,” I breathe, justbefore he brings his mouth to mine again.
“Don’t disappear,” he orders seductively.
“That’s not my MO,” I jest.
“Mine either. Not anymore.”
“Nope, not anymore,” I agree, suddenly lovestruck. Ryan is undoubtedly the person I want to spend the rest ofmy life with.
I watch Ryan walk out of the room, all hotbod and sexy confidence. Then I lean over the railing of thebalcony near the wall, watching the club dance with life.
“Ryan left you all by your lonesome?” Seanasks from my right side. His voice sounds exactly like Ryan’s.
“He’s just getting his things. Where’s yourmark?”
“My mark?” Sean raises his eyebrows and Inotice his pupils are teeny tiny.
“Yeah, Jill’s friend who looked like she wasbegging you to bend her over in a bathroom stall.”
“Dirty mouth,” Sean jibes. “You should eat apiece of Orbitz.”
I roll my eyes, even though I sort of want tolaugh.
“I onlylookprim and proper, peoplecan have many sides.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Then why do you keep treating me like youcan’t see past the surface?”
Sean doesn’t answer; he just stares fixated,like his mind is wandering other places.
“Are you always so controlled?”
“What?”
“Uptight, you always seem so uptight.”
“I’m not that uptight, my boyfriend is astripper,” I argue.