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Without waiting for a reply, I bolt out the door and head to my SUV. Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but I sure as hell hope I’m not. Abby clearly invited me, and drunk or not, I’m going to be there for her.
It doesn’t take long to drive across town to Jack’s. I snag one of the last spots in the lot and rush to get inside. The place is packed, and it takes me a few minutes to find Abby. She’s with Chloe and Sydney out on the dance floor. Her body moves freely to the beat of the music. Her long hair flows down her back as her arms flow above her head as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. With her back to me, I take a few moments and watch.
Damn. She’s beautiful.
When I notice a guy dancing with Sydney, instinctively my body closes the distance between us. I may enjoy the view, but there’s no way I’m going to sit back and watch another man ask Abby to dance.
Now standing behind her, I reach out to grab her hip, as I bend down to whisper, “Mind if I dance with you?” To let her know it’s me.
I feel her body tremble then melt into mine. Her back presses against me. Of course, this also brings my dick straight to attention. I adjust Abby so she won’t feel the effect she has on me, and I let my body flow with hers to the music. I get lost in the rhythm as I feel Abby’s voluptuous curves move with me. Damn. She’s sexy as hell as she dips and sways.
When a slow song starts, I spin her around to face me. Sure, I’m able to tell what she’s feeling by the way her body moves, but I’m dying to see her facial expression to see if they match what I’m conjuring in my mind.
When she turns around, her eyes roam over my body. When her beautiful brown eyes meet mine, they widen in appreciation as the sexiest smile forms. “Hi,” she says, breathless, and my heart stutters.
“Hi yourself, Angel,” I say deep and huskier than I anticipate. I take her hand in mine, leading her around the dance floor effortlessly.
Having an excuse to hold her, I pull her body close to mine. My blood races, and my heart soars, as I see my feelings mirrored in her face. I could get drunk on her expression alone without having to touch a drop of alcohol. Abby’s something special, and I hope before the night is through, I’ll be able to tell her just exactly what I’m thinking.
When the song comes to an end, Abby asks, “Mind if we get another drink? I’m dying of thirst.”
“Sure.” I take her hand in mine as I lead her off the dance floor. We spot Chloe taking a break at a table and decide to join her.
“What can I get you ladies to drink?” I offer to the two of them once Abby settles at the table.
Abby’s wide eyes as she looks to Chloe remind me she’s inexperienced with ordering at the bar. Just when I’m about to suggest something, Chloe shouts out above the music, “Anything with Kahlua.” They both break out into giggles.
Have I missed some inside joke?
“Okay,” I draw out. “I’ll be right back.” They each reach into their pockets and offer some cash, but I shake my head, and turn to head to the bar, contemplating what exactly to get them. Shit. There’s a ton of drinks with that in it. What would they like? Hopefully, the bartender can help because as someone who sticks to soda or beer, I’m clearly out of my element.
I must wait in line before the bartender asks for my order. “What would you recommend with Kahlua?”
“Do you want shots or mixed drinks?”
I look to the table where the girls are before giving my answer. Shots go down fast and if they’re thirsty, they might want something that will last. “Let’s stick with mixed drinks.”
“Mudslide?” the bartender suggests.
Hell. I have no idea what’s in it, but I’ve heard girls love them. “Sure. Sounds great. Give me two and a glass of water, while you’re at it.”
“Coming right up.” The guy behind the bar turns and gets to work on my order. While I wait, my eyes naturally wander to Abby. Her discussion with Chloe appears quite serious, and I’d love to know what they’re talking about. When Abby glances nervously to me, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess I have something to do with it.
After paying for the drinks, I make my way back to the table to join the girls. When they go quiet as I approach, I can’t help but feel self-conscious.
“The bartender suggested mudslides, is that okay?” I offer to break the uncomfortable silence.
“This is great. Thank you.” Abby reaches out to take her drink from my hand, while Chloe does the same.
“Thank you so much, Drew. Are you sure we can’t repay you?” Abby pulls her lip into her teeth as she fiddles with her straw.
“Nope. This one’s on me,” I offer, then address the elephant in the room. “So, did I interrupt something?” I look from Abby to Chloe to see which one will break first.
They each look anywhere but at me. Eventually, Abby breaks the silence. “I’m just trying to get my phone back from Chloe. I’m not sure what she texted you, but I’m sorry if you feel you’re here under false pretenses.”
Well, that explains the texts.
Wait… does that mean Abby doesn’t want me here? I look to her and remember our interactions—and I quickly have my answer.
