Page 32 of Alluring

One of her favorite songs started, and she tapped her fingers to the beat.

"Would you like to dance?"

Alexis looked up. Standing beside her was an extremely good-looking guy with dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a dimple with his flirtatious smile. "No, thank you."

"Come on, I know you want to. I saw you twitching a mile away." He gave her a wink.

"I'm here with someone," Alexis said, curtly, wanting to end their exchange before Jack got back. If there was one thing she knew about Jack, he did not like other men talking to her.

"I don't see him anywhere." He took a step closer.

"You lay one finger on my woman, I'll forget we're friends and kick the shit out of you." Jack set down the drinks and wrapped a possessive hand around the back of Alexis's neck.

"Jack! " The guy took a step back and held up his hands. "I didn't know she was yours. Peace, brother." He made a peace sign with his fingers.

Alex couldn't hold in her giggle. The guy was ridiculous. She heard Jack chuckle as well.

"Can I at least get an introduction to this beautiful creature?" He put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and gave them a boyish smile. "I won't even shake her hand."

Jack shook his head, clearly amused by his friend. "Mase, Alexis Taft. Alexis, Mason Connor," Jack begrudgingly muttered.

"It's nice to meet you, Mason."

"You, my lovely, may call me Mase."

Jack took a swig of his beer, giving Mase a glare over the bottle. Alexis dipped her head, so Jack couldn't see her smile.

"Well, I guess that's my cue to leave. Give me a call in the next few days, Jack. I have something important to talk to you about."

"Will do," he said, with a nod of his head.

"Night you two. Have a fun evening. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That's a short list." Jack deadpanned.

Mase threw back his head and laughed. "I know, right!" He turned and was gone. Swallowed by the crowd.

"He's um ... different. Where do you know him from?" Alexis took a sip of her wine.

"My dad owns a part of the Nevada Pursuers. Mase is their star quarterback. We met at a charity function a few years back." Jack leaned in closer. "But enough about him. I want to talk about you and me and what I'm going to do to you once I get you upstairs."

Alexis played with the rim of her wineglass as she asked, "And what are you going to do to me?"

"First, I'm going to strip you of this incredibly sexy dress," he said, running a finger along the line of her zipper. "Then I'm going to lay you out on our bed—"

"Don't you mean, your bed?" she interrupted, turning to look at him.

"That's our bed, sweetheart. You and I are the only ones who have ever slept in it."

"Really?"

"Really." He lightly kissed the tip of her nose.

Alexis sighed. She loved when he did that. "That still doesn't make it our bed. It's your bed, in your house." That was a very important distinction.

It was now Jacks turn to sigh, but his was in frustration. "If I had it my way, you would be in that bed every night, living with me under that roof."

Alexis's body tensed. "What?" she whispered. OMG, was he insane? He couldn't possibly want her to move in with him. It was too soon. What if things didn't work out? She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, and she had to concentrate on breathing in and out.

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