Page 5 of Square Deal

“You really are an old fucking man, aren’t you?”

Maddie’s bouquet sailed through the air right to —hell yes, ma’am.

Luca and I laughed at the shock on Hannah’s face. Much to my chagrin and Hannah’s utter dismay, the DJ requested that the man who caught the garter and the woman who caught the bouquet share a dance.

This was going to be fun.

I stepped forward, but Luca grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back. “No funny business. She’s Maddie’s friend. And mine. Hannah’s not the type of girl you mess around with.”

I made my way to the dance floor, spinning the garter around my finger and giving her my best smolder. One of her friends took the bouquet from her, leaving her without a weapon.

Then again, those fuck-me heels she wore looked like they could do some damage.

“Don’t,” she said, backing away from me. “I’m working right now. I don’t have time for this. I’m going to tell the DJ that Luca and Maddie are ready for their last dance.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against my body, smashing her tits against my chest. Her girlfriends cheered when I slid my hand lower to the slight curve of her ass. I took her hand and laid it on top of my shoulder and then held her other hand in mine, forcing her into frame.

“The hotel won't burn to the ground if you dance with me for two minutes,” I clipped.

Her movements were stiff. I couldn't tell if it was nerves or a silent act of defiance.

I glanced at the crowd of faces staring at us. “You’re causing a scene.”

She stomped on my foot.

I grimaced and pulled her flush against me. “What the hell was that?” I hissed as I led her across the dance floor. “You agreed to dance with me.”

“Convincingandcoercingaren't the same thing,Isaac,” she whispered.

“Ah, so youdoknow my name.” I grinned as we waltzed across the floor.

“Suck my dick,” she countered as I dipped her backward.

"Gladly.”I chuckled and brought her back up.Feisty. I like feisty.“One question: does that stick up your ass count as a sex toy?”

Her cheeks burned bright red and her mouth gaped open. She stomped on my foot again.

"Jesus, woman!" I yelped, trying to appear more amused than injured. Hannah Jane Hayes seemed hellbent on helping me meet an untimely demise.

“Acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger," she said with a saccharine smile. "So, why don’t you just stop overcompensating, mmkay?”

“You seem to have this fascination with my dick. What do you say we find somewhere quiet and I’ll let you take it for a spin?”

The desire in her eyes betrayed her. It was fleeting, and she composed herself quickly. If I hadn't been staring so intently, I might have missed it.

But I didn’t.

I noticed the way her pupils dilated. The way her lips parted. The tiny breath she sucked in. The dangerous mix of shock and lust.

Jackpot.

Her slender throat constricted as she swallowed. “I don’t do hookups,” she said, sounding almost regretful.

The song ended and other couples filled the floor, but I didn’t stop dancing with her.

“You don’t do hookups, orhaven’t?” I asked, tracing a slow circle on the small of her back. I knew she could feel it through the tissue paper-thin blouse she had tucked into her fitted skirt.

“That’s privileged information, Mr. Lawson.”

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