Page 4 of Crave Me

“Nope. You’re good.”

With the all clear, I turn my body to face her, fully aware of Blaire’s presence the entire time. I can feel each time she looks my way, her eyes grating over my skin like a sharp razor. Little terror can’t even let me enjoy a drink with my brother.

“So how ya been, Ava?”

“I’ve been good. Yourself?”

“Better now.” I give her a wink. She smiles seductively at me, pushing the hair out of her face and behind her ear, showcasinga decent enough rack that’s pushed up and out of the top of her shirt. Oh yeah, she’s down for letting me hit it. I sneak a glance over at Blaire, finding her already looking my way. She jerks her head away, focusing back on her douchebag date. More patrons file into the bar, lining up to order drinks, shuffling around me, Carter, and the girls.

“Here, let’s make more room,” I suggest as I move Ava from her barstool onto my lap. She loops her arm around my neck and shimmies her ass directly over my cock. My hand stays on her thigh, one on my beer, disappointed that I’m not feeling any excitement or eagerness about this prospect. My dick shriveled up the moment my eyes left Blaire. Fuck, this is bullshit.

“Definitely more comfortable than the stool.” She rubs her ass against my lap again, but it’s not doing a goddamn thing for me. I feel absolutely nothing. Fuck. My dick and I need to get on the same page, the bastard. I look back over at Blaire as she’s standing and walking toward the restroom. I pat Ava on the thigh, signaling her to get off my lap. She turns to face me and pouts, but I’m completely unaffected. I follow Blaire to the bathroom, walking right into the ladies’ room behind her, bending down to check that it’s clear of anyone but us before flicking the lock.

“What the fuck are you doing in here, Dallas?” she snaps in the vicious tone I’ve come to expect from her, the same one that turns me on.

“What the fuck are you doing here withhim?” My feet are on autopilot as I prowl her back against the bathroom wall. Her eyes widen in shock, but not alarm.

“What I do in my free time has nothing to do with you! Are you serious right now? Leave!”

I don’t know what comes over me, whether it’s the way she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and drags it free, her hooded, hate-filled eyes, or her deep breathing, but fuck I knowshe feels it too. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s this toxic, heated energy between us, but all I want to do right now is fuck the attitude out of her. I reach my hand up to cup her cheek, and she lifts her chin in defiance.

“Fuck, princess. You make me fuckin’ crazy. You know that?” I say through clenched teeth.

“Fuck you, Dallas.”

My hand moves down to her throat, and she fucking whimpers.

Whimpers.

Not in fear. Goddamn it, she likes it.

I squeeze lightly around her pretty neck, watching the motion as she swallows, and I imagine what it would look like covered in a pearl necklace of my own making. How my cum would glisten around her collarbone. That damn plump lip is being held hostage between her teeth again, her chest rising and falling rapidly, brushing those voluptuous tits up against my arm and chest. My mouth waters as I imagine what it would be like to rip her blouse open, the buttons scattering across the floor so I could free them and feast on them. They’d spill over my hand, much bigger than a handful, and I’d suck on her pert nipples until she was begging me to let her come.

Fuck.

Why do I want her this badly? I meet her glossy, heavy eyes, and there’s no mistaking the arousal I see in them. For the first time since meeting each other, we’re quiet, suspended in this intense moment, both of us frozen. I move my hand back up to her face, swiping my thumb over her lip, pulling it free. I have the biggest urge to kiss her right now. Something I never do.

“He’s not right for you,” I growl.

“Yeah? Then who is?” she challenges. Her voice is almost a whisper, clouded with lust and desire. It shouldn’t shock me, because she meets me head-on at every single opportunity, butgiven the close proximity, I find myself surprised at what she could be insinuating. Like I’ve been soaked by a bucket of cold water, I release her face and shake my head.

What the fuck am I doing? I can’t stand this woman, and I’m just pissed that she’s seeing that asshole, dickweed, Cole. Nothing more. I can’t act on any of my physical desires for this woman. As my employee, she’s seriously off-limits.

“I don’t give a shit, just anyone but him.” Her head bops back slightly, and her expression looks jarred. She quickly schools her features, but I swear I saw something that looked a whole hell of a lot like disappointment. Fuck.

“Oh. Well, if you’re not careful, Dallas, it may seem like you actually care.”

“I don’t. If you want to fuck him, go ahead and enjoy that needle dick. I’d be surprised if he figures out where it goes.”

“Real mature as always, Dallas. Go fuck yourself!”

I run my hands through my hair and take one last look at her. Her face is still a little flushed, but she’s otherwise composed and still looking hot as fuck. I unlock the bathroom door and bolt out of there, leaving her to herself. I don’t stop until I’m in front of my car, ready to head home for the night, not willing to sit back and watch her leave with Cole.

Chapter Three

Blaire

The morning light streams in through my window, and as much as I could stay tucked under the warmth of my blankets and sleep the rest of the morning away, I want to make the most of my Saturday. Last night was so unexpected that I tossed and turned and barely got any sleep. Dallas cornering me in the women’s restroom rattled me. I felt his jealous rage just as fiercely as his lust. He wanted me, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.

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