Page 54 of Flipping the Script

“Yeah. Are you?”

“It would be better if you danced with me.”

Chuckling at his boldness, I slipped my hands in my pockets and played hard to get. “It would?”

“Definitely.” He put his finger against the corner of his lip and bit down on it as he swept his gaze up and down my body. “But I have to tell you something first.”

“What’s that?”

“This is only an invite for dancing. My boyfriend likes to watch me get my dance on with other guys, but we don’t share.”

“Is he gonna beat my ass if he doesn’t like how I touch you?”

He giggled like that was the funniest thing anyone had ever said. “No, silly. Just don’t try to kiss me or grab my junk, and you’re safe.”

I should tell him no. Dancing with a taken guy was exactly the kind of no-strings-attached fun I was looking for, but boyfriend drama wasn’t.

“Where’s your man?” I asked.

He looked to our left and pointed to a guy about a dozen paces away. “Right there.”

The guy toasted us with his drink. He didn’t seem like he’d be much of a threat, and I wasn’t worried about them trying to roll me in the middle of the club.

“Sure, why not?”

The guy beamed at me. “What’s your name?” he asked, grabbing my hand so he could tug me onto the dance floor.

“Bas,” I said, letting him pull me to a stop when we found an empty space big enough for us to dance in. “What’s yours?”

“Jevan.” He draped his arms over my neck and pressed closer.

The song booming over the loudspeakers was an old disco tune that had been heavily remixed. Not the best song for dancing, and definitely not what I’d play if I were in charge of the music, but not terrible.

Letting go of all the crap that had been weighing me down, I focused on the music, taking in the upbeat track and allowing it to take over.

Jevan was a great dancer, and I could feel my stress melting away with every swirl of his hips and press of his body against mine.

The song ended, and another started. This one was a dance remix of “Riot” by Three Days Grace.

My mood picked up even more. I loved this song and had been a fan of Three Days Grace since I’d discovered them in middle school.

Jevan spun around in my arms and ground his ass against my dick. I slid my arm around his chest and locked him against me. He let his head fall back on my shoulder.

“You’re good at this,” he half-shouted over the music.

“You are too.” I flicked my gaze to his boyfriend, who was watching us with heated eyes.

Looked like Jevan was in for a good night when we were done.

A prickle of awareness drew my attention from Jevan’s man to a group of men to the right of him.

My eyes collided with a familiar pair of blue ones.

My good mood faded in an instant.

What the fuck was Jesse doing here?

He was obviously getting his dance on since he was currently wrapped around a slender redhead wearing painted-on skinny jeans and not much else.

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