Page 67 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

I close my eyes and swing my head back and forth. I'm one with the music. I'm sexy. I'm beautiful, and I won’t let Ethan Rosser make me feel I'm not. I'm dancing around, spinning and giggling, and then I feel like someone is watching me. I open my eyes slowly, and my jaw drops as I see Ethan standing there. Looking just as shocked to see me.

"What the fuck?" I say under my breath. Is he stalking me? How is he here again?

He steps towards me. There's a glint in his eyes, and I suddenly start to panic. I step back and twist my ankle slightly.

"Ow," I cry out, as my hands flail and I try to take a step forward to adjust my position. That was the wrong move, and I can see I'm about to fall onto the ground and I have no way to stop myself.

As if in fast-forward, I see Ethan rushing towards me, his arms outstretched as I fall. He catches me in his arms and holds me close to him as he lowers me down to the ground. My heart feels like it will pop out of my chest and my entire body is trembling.

"What are you doing here?" I mutter at him, and try to push him away as he's still holding me.

"That's no way to say thank you," he says, his eyes burning into mine. I feel like I can’t breathe.

I swallow hard. "Maybe because I am not going to say that." I glare at him.

"You need to stop being so clumsy, Sarah."

"You need to stop being such an asshole, Ethan."

"You need to stop dancing on tables if you don't have the skills," he says, his lips smirking.

"You need to stop stalking me when I go to bars and dance on tables."

"You wish, honey."

"I certainly don't," I say. I'm breathing heavily now, and I can feel that he's breathing heavily as well. My heart races as I breathe in his deep, musky scent.

"You need to stop being so damn sexy," he says as he puts his arms around my waist and pulls me into him.

His body is hard and warm, and even though I want to pull away from him, I can’t.

"You need to stop wanting to touch me," I say, pressing my palms against his shoulders and squeezing tightly.

"You need to stop being so fucking sexy."

"You need to stop being so fucking hard," I say as I reach down and rub his cock slightly through his pants.

"You need to fucking stop turning me on." He blows into my ear. "Because trust me, darling, you haven't even seen hard yet."

I swallow. I know I'm playing with fire but can't stop myself. I grab a hold of his face and whisper in his ear. "You need to stop making my panties so wet," I say, throwing caution to the wind.

He growls as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the side of the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" I say, blinking at him, wondering where Isabel is right now.

"Something I've wanted to do since the first moment I saw you dancing on that table," he says.

He grabs me and pulls me down a hallway. He pushes open a door and pushes me inside before closing it. I look around and see a bunch of boxes and bottles. We're in some storage room.

"We can't be in here, Ethan."

"Says who?" He says, pulling me towards him.

"We're in a bar and anyone could..."

"Shut up Sarah," he says, as he grabs my face and pulls me towards him. His lips are on mine before I can protest and I kiss him back. He's hot and hard and I'm horny as hell and I don't care what's going on. Or where we are.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I say, as I run my hands down the side of his arms.

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