Page 82 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“How about that guy?” East said as he stopped at the edge of our roped-off area, and I turned my attention to the dance floor. “Dark hair, leather pants, eyes all but begging you to come fuck him.”

East wasn’t wrong. The guy under discussion was facing our VIP section swaying his hips to the beat of the music. He was a great dancer, sliding his hands over his toned body in a way that would usually have my dick wondering how they’d feel wrapped around it. But when East raised a hand and crooked a finger at him and he started our way, all I could think about was Caleb sitting behind me.

Fuck.What was I supposed to do now?

East was calling this guy over for me. If I didn’t take advantage of the situation, alarm bells would go off, but if Ididdance, Caleb would have my balls.

Or would he? He was the one who’d told me not to be obvious about how I felt toward him, and this was the best way to do that.Flirt with a stranger. That was normal behavior. Dance with him. Even more normal.

Just don’t go home with him.

I could do that. I’d just feign a headache. Wasn’t that what people did when they didn’t want to have sex? Fucked if I knew.

“Hey,” Leather Pants said with a grin just this side of sexy, one that said he knew he was hot, and if it’d been any other night, I would’ve found somewhere dark and private with him. But it wasn’t, and my spine started to tingle likesomeonewas trying to incinerate me from behind.

“Hey, yourself. You look like you’re having fun out there.”

“Do I?” He took a step closer to us. “Bet I’d have more fun if you joined me.”

An automaticI don’t think sowas so close to rolling off my tongue. But knowing I needed to keep up the charade, I walked over to the steps to join Leather Pants.

My stomach turned, a sharp stab of guilt piercing me as I looked back to where Caleb was sitting. But he wasn’t paying attention to me. He was locked in on my new dancer partner, his stare shooting lasers. Then his attention shifted to East.

Caleb’s lips twisted into a tight line. “Hey, East? You got any more of that tequila?”

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“THE FACT THAT you’re not dancing on the table half-naked means you haven’t imbibed enough of these yet.” East swung a shot of tequila in front of my face, and I waved him off.

“I’m not here for your entertainment.”

He cocked a brow and threw the shot back himself. “Aren’t you?”

Thank God for a higher tolerance these days—with drinkingandpatience, because East was trying his best to wear me down with both.

The only reason I hadn’t told him to go the hell away was because he served as a distraction for the fuckery that’d been happening on the other side of the VIP. And on the dance floor. And at the bar.

I chanced a look in Travis’s direction, shocked he’d finally detached himself from the guy who’d been stealing his attention all night. He was like a magnet for fuck’s sake, never left alone for more than a minute before someone else swooped in. At least right now it was only Donovan and Kelly, not some asshole trying to get in his pants.

I gestured for another shot from East, who was only too happy to oblige.I still wasn’t getting trashed and dancing on thetable, though. More like getting trashed and sitting my ass on this couch.

“It’s not usually you glaring him to death,” Gavin said as he plopped down beside me, his platinum hair stuck to his forehead from dancing with Daire. Well,he’dbeen dancing, while Daire seemed satisfied to be the pole. “Everything okay?”

“Fucking perfect.”

“Uh oh.”

I sank down further into the cushions, stretching my spread legs as our server handed me a beer. “What?”

“What’s he done now?”

Following Gavin’s stare, my eyes connected with Travis’s for a heartbeat before he looked away. Seemed like giving him a reminder to play it cool was unnecessary after all. He was doing a damn good job acting like nothing was different, flirting with every guy East and even Kelly had introduced him to.

Why was I so damn bothered? So we’d fooled around a couple times and he’d confessed he’d always harbored a crush on me. It didn’t mean I should expect him not to look at someone else. I didn’t have that kind of hold on him. We were just…

Whatwerewe? I didn’t even know. All I knew was the uneasy feeling in my stomach tonight wasn’t just from the tequila.

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