Page 28 of Stella
I clear my throat. “That’s my job.”
“Justyour job?”
“Yes.”
“Even off duty.”
“Even then.”
She leans back, her hand sliding down my arms to grip my biceps. I don’t mind her groping me, but now that cleavage is right under my nose, and, fuck me if her tits aren’t heaving.
“Do you like what you see,Cale?”
I open my mouth, then close it again. No words forming.
She smiles a crooked smile. “You do, don’t you?”
“Like I said; you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re doing. Let’s go find your frie?—”
“I’m not done dancing.” There’s that pout again that could be the death of me.
She interlinks her fingers with mine and, once again, my feet betray me.
“Do you have two left feet?” she laughs.
I spin her around so fast, she doesn’t see it coming. Her back to my front, I hold one arm around her, the other at her hip. “Don’t test me, Princess, because I’m running out of patience, and I can’t let you out of my sight knowing you’re not safe.”
She tilts her head to look up at me and I realize I just said that out loud. “I wasn’t going to do anything with him!”
“But he didn’t know that.”
“So you are jealous?”
“I’m not jealous. Someone taking advantage of another person is against the law. Just because I’m not technically on duty, doesn’t mean I’m completely blind. I still see everything that’s going on around me.”
She huffs a piece of hair out of her eyes. “You were only staring at me.”
Well, she’s got me there. I was just staring at her. They could’ve dropped a nuclear bomb and I’d still be standing there, unable to tear my eyes away.
“I was trying to figure out if that guy was the attention you wanted or not.”
“So staring at me and looking so mad when I was dancing made you trot on over here to check?”
“Like I said; always on duty.”
I should let her go, but I don’t want to. I want this moment to last for just one second more, as wrong as it is.
“You do a mighty fine job.” Her smile, goddamnit, could light up this whole darkened room.
“When I’m not questioning your life choices?”
“Hey, I sleep in that cut.”
“You do not.”
“I do, too, and nothing else.”
My dick, already painfully aware of her, just about breaks through my zipper. Jesus Christ.
