Page 420 of Rock Me All Night
"Call me if anything comes up, Wil," Drew says.
I nod an okay.
Tom finishes his drink and pours a refill. He watches Drew walk away then turns back to Miles and Pete. "I can't wait to spend your money."
Miles nods to a blonde woman in a short red dress. "Ask if she'll volunteer. Bet she'd do it right here so we could get an honest timing."
Tom shakes his head. "In your dreams."
The blonde woman looks in the direction of the group. She's making eyes at someone.
"Only two minutes from here to the alley." Miles sips his club soda.
"She's not my type," Tom says.
Miles and Pete shoot himoh pleaselooks.
"Whatisyour type, Tom?" I ask.
The look in his eyes saysdon't.
But my alcohol dulled inhibitions saydo. "Really? What kind of girls do you like?"
"Breathing," Miles says.
"Willing." Pete adds.
"Fuck you, assholes. I can't help that I love the female body. As long as we're on the same page about things being casual, I don't discriminate," Tom says.
"But you must have a preference." I take a deep breath. I'm a glutton for punishment. As long as I'm going for it, might as well go for broke. "Tattoos or small breasts or unnaturally colored hair. Something."
Miles looks at me and raises a brow. My drink is nothing but ice again. Funny how that works out.
More liquor is a bad idea. My head is already spinning. I stand up and brush any lint off my dress. I'm here. Might as well make this as painful for Tom as it is for me.
I run my hand through my hair so it's properlyI'm too cool for thismessy. Then I drag my fingertips down my neck and over my chest piece.
Victory. Tom's eyes are glued to my chest. The tattoo then the cleavage then all the way up to my eyes.
"You going somewhere?" Tom asks.
"This is a dance club, isn't it?" I turn and walk with as much hip sway as I can. I can hear the guys muttering something. It's not as if my ass in a tight dress is going to convince Tom to reconsider, but I can't sit on the sidelines watching this go down.
I wait until I'm in the middle of the dance floor to look back to the VIP area. Miles and Pete stay put in their seats. But Tom is on his way over here.
Okay. I'm not spying. Absolutely not spying. I turn my back to the guys and find the beat of the song. There. I sway my hips in time with the music. I scan the crowd for anyone who might get my mind off Tom.
A hand slides around my waist. "You all right, kid?"
Tom. He moves closer. Until his chest is pressed against my back, his crotch against my ass.
"I asked you not to call me that," I say.
He's not hard. Yet. It's wrong that I want to grind against him until he's begging me to help him lose that bet.
His breath is warm on my neck. What the hell is he doing here? He knows how I feel. He's made his stance clear.
"You have a big night ahead of you." I shrug my shoulders to break his grip. "You should probably get to it."
