Page 3 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

“One more dance?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He smiles, a slow, seductive curve of his lips. “Good. Because I’m not prepared to let you go yet.”

My heart skips a beat as I hold his hand, still unable to break his gaze, with my heart pounding like a drumbeat in my ears. I’m aware of the heat radiating from his body, and as we move together, there’s a strange mix of excitement and fear.

I’m drawn to this man, to the mystery that surrounds him. But I know better than to get involved with someone I barely know.

I’ve just ended things with one douchebag, and I’m not about to roll in more relationship mud… or maybe just one night of mindless, endless passion is just what I need.

Don’t do it, Holly. You don’t know this guy.But isn’t that the best way? I can live a little tonight, use him to make me forget my miserable situation... and never see him again?

No second-meeting awkwardness. No ‘what are we now?’

Sounds perfect.

I glance around, searching for a place where we can disappear and be alone. I spot a dark alcove near the bar. Great.

Without a word, I take his hand and lead him toward it. He follows without hesitation, his grip tightening on my hand. As we get closer, I can feel my heart racing. This is crazy, I know, but I can’t stop myself.

We reach the alcove, and I turn to face him. The dim lighting casts long shadows on his face, making him look even more mysterious. I can feel my breath quickening. This is it. The moment of truth.

I’m trying to force my lips open to say something, anything, when I hear the voice from my worst nightmares.

“Holly?”

My heart sinks. It’s Jake.Why the hell’s he here now?

I turn to face him, my smile faltering. He’s standing there, looking smug.

“Jake,” I manage in a whisper.

He smirks. “Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?The word makes me want to retch.

“What do you want?”

He steps forward, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. Then he looks at the man who I was just trying to figure out how to sink my tongue down his throat.

“Who’s this?”

Mr. Mysterious raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

“None of your business,” I snap.

“Did you know she’s my girlfriend?” Jake announces in a voice loud enough for everyone within a six-meter radius to hear.

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can say anything, Mysterious speaks.

“Is that so?” His voice is low and dangerous.

Jake takes a step closer, his face flushed with anger. “Yeah, that’s so. So why don’t you take your hands off her?”

Mysterious’s grip on my hand tightens. I can feel his anger radiating.

“Or what?” He challenges.

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