Page 4 of Unfinished

After I watched the mysterious tattooed woman dancing with her friends for a few minutes, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to learn a name and find out a little bit about her. I slid up behind my target and gripped her hip to dance behind her. She stopped dancing almost immediately and turned slightly to look up at me over her shoulder. Recognizing her immediately, I flashed Hannah a grin. She was two years younger than me, but I remembered her from mutual friends back in high school.

“Remember me?” I held out a hand over her shoulder.

“Sadly, yes,” she stated, ignoring my hand.

The shock in my expression had her huffing a laugh and walking away from me. What the hell? We were friendly in high school. I mean she was a couple grades younger than me, so I never pursued her or anything, but we didn’t hate each other. She dropped her bottle in a recycling can and headed towards the house. I followed her, dropping my own cup in another can.

“Hey,” I called as I jogged up next to her.

“Liam, I’m not interested.”

“Not interested in what exactly?”

“You.”

Hannah walked into the house through an open sliding glass door, ignoring me as she weaved through the crowd inside but I followed her anyway. Did she think I was going to give up and walk away? She went to the kitchen and directly to a cooler near the island. Watching her, I leaned against a tall cabinet and crossed my arms over my chest.

My eyes raked over her body and when she bent over and grabbed a beer from the cooler, I took a minute to appreciate the roundness of her ass in those jeans. She stood straight again and she twisted the cap off her beer before tossing the cap into a giant five gallon bucket. She took a sip while turning around, her emerald eyes widened when she saw me standing behind her.

Lightning must have struck me as I went completely still and my lips parted. My heart raced and my breathing stuttered. I’d never felt an attraction this strong. She swallowed her beer and my eyes darted to her parting lips as she licked a drop of beer that settled there.

“You can walk away now.” Her words snapped out of my trance.

I rolled my lips and flashed her a flirty grin. Her expression turned to amused confusion with a smile that said she thought I’d lost my mind. I stepped towards her and she backed into the kitchen island.

“Where is this hostility coming from Hannah?” I let a bit of desperation out in my tone.

“Oh, so you remember my name?” She asked me with a head tilt.

“Of course. It’s been a couple of years. How have you been?”

“Go find one of the easy chicks to entertain yourself with. I’m not interested.”

“Well, I’m not interested in easy chicks.”

She rolled her eyes at me and sighed. I could smell mango and vanilla on her and every piece of tension in my body disappeared. Being near her was intoxicating. All it took was one hit and I was addicted to her.

I wanted to know everything about her.

I had to have her.

“So you want a challenge?” She questioned.

“If I wanted an easy chick I’d find one who’d hang all over me. I would much rather spend my night catching up with you,” I persisted as I lifted my eyebrows expectantly to her.

“So if I were to start hanging all over you, you’d leave?”

“You could try it and we could find out.”

She laughed and looked around the party like she was seeking help, but not a single person would come to her rescue. That was until I noticed a male looking at her with his eyebrows raised. Without Hannah noticing, I scowled at the man in warning. He saw me and quickly turned away.

“Alright…” She started and her voice went into a nasal high pitched mocking tone, “Oh my god Liam, you’re like, so hot!” She placed her hand on my chest, still using that mocking tone, “you should totally fuck me and like, sign my tits.”

“It could be arranged,” I purred, stepping in closer to her and placing my hands on either side of her hips on the island.

She shoved me back with a laugh and I let her, “Get the hell outta here.”

“I don’t think so,” I laughed, shaking my head.

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