Page 29 of Claiming Atlas
Chapter Thirteen
Kayla
I’ve probably lost my mind.
Okay, I’vedefinitelylost my mind.
“Have you lost your mind?” Des asks.
I laugh. “Jinx.”
“What?”
I shake my head. “Never mind.”
Yes, Des, I have definitely lost my mind. But I refuse to be summoned. Something about‘we have a spot for you at Atlas Reynolds’ table tonight’made my skin crawl when it should have made me jump for joy. Maybe it was the greasy looking guy who delivered the message.
Does ‘don’t hate the messenger’ apply in this situation?
Regardless, here I am. At my table. Smack dab across from his table. And all I can feel are his eyes on me. Dark, tortured eyes I’ve only ever seen online or on album covers.
God, I love those eyes.
I look up as the little promoter guy brings three girls to his table.
Atlas watches me as they fight to sit beside him. They start talking to him, and he holds my gaze. He’s surrounded by beautiful women who fawn all over him and will likely let him do anything he wants to them tonight, twice, yet every time I look at him, he’s looking at me.
I swallow hard and reach for another glass of champagne. Refusing to sit with Atlas took all the strength I had, and I’m starting to waver. My resolve needs alcohol.
Or I do.
Someoneneeds alcohol.
Des leans over and nudges my elbow. “Girl, for real, I have to know. Are you out of your damn mind? Look at the way he watches you!”
I lick my lips and look over at Des. “Nah, he’s probably just staring at you.”
“Yeah, right. I’m not the one he invited to join him tonight.” She looks over at Atlas, then back at me, making it painfully obvious that we’re talking about him. “He’s definitely looking at you, Kay.”
