Page 62 of Best Hex Ever
She squeezed his hand and let itgo.
“Did that work?” Scott asked, unsure.
Nour looked up at him appraisingly and smiled.
“I knew it. You two are good for each other,” she said matter-of-factly. “But don’t tell her I said that.”
Scott smiled. “I won’t.”
Before Nour could attempt any other kind of “readings” on Scott, Robert dragged her back to the dance floor, where they disappeared among the throngs of dancers.
Scott chuckled as he watched Eric throw Immy into the air, twirling her around. He scanned the room. There Dina was, dancing in the candlelight, her brown and purple curls flicking back and forth, looking like a fucking goddess. And there was…what was his name? One of Eric’s extended family, some cousin who worked in finance, who appeared to be eyeing up Dina as he stalked toward her.
Not just eyeing her up, he was eye-fucking her. Unpleasant shivers crawled up Scott’s arms. Hell no, this was not happening.
Before he knew it, he was walking through the mass of tipsy dancers, making a beeline for Dina. Even with his long strides, he didn’t reach her until Kyle—what kind of a name was Kyle?—had already started chatting away, salivating all over her. From the way Dina looked back at him, she didn’t seem overly impressed.
“…Anyway, can I buy you a drink? You look like a cosmo kind of girl,” schmoozed Kyle, the walking ick, patting his overly gelled slicked-back hair. The smell of aftershave on him was overwhelmingly sour.
Dina’s mouth was about to open in reply, but Scott couldn’t help himself.
“There you are,” he said, and he reached an arm around Dina’s waist, tugging her close to him. She fit him perfectly, her ass brushing against his thighs.
Dina looked up at him, fully aware that Scott was acting like a possessive asshole, the twinges of a smile tugging at the corners of her full mouth.
“Hey, you,” she replied, and pressed her body closer to his.
Fuck, this woman.
“Oh, hey dude,” Kyle slurred to Scott, “didn’t see you there.” His eyes flitted sheepishly between the two of them. “So you hitting that then?”
Scott felt the vibration of anger coursing through Dina. If it was up to him, he’d get Kyle kicked out of the party right now, the leery piece of shit.
“He most certainly is hitting that, Kyle,” Dina said, her voice silky soft, like she was a predator about to pounce. “You, however, won’t be hitting anything for quite some time.”
She framed it as an insult, but Scott noticed the spark of magic that jumped from her finger to Kyle’s drink.
Before he could respond, Scott gripped Dina’s hips and whirled her away into the center of the dance floor.
“What did you do?” he asked, smiling at Dina’s cat-that-got-the-cream expression.
“Let’s just say that Kyle will struggle to get it up for the next few days.” She giggled.
“You were nicer than I would have been. He looked like the kind of guy who would spike your drink if he ever managed to wrangle you into letting him buy you one,” he said, realizing now that Kyle had managed to rile himup.
“Well, it’s a good job that you were here to save me then.” Dina chuckled, winding her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the curls at his nape. “That was very caveman of you. Me Scott. Dina my woman. Kyle no touch,” she grunted out, but she leaned into his touch just the same.
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” Scott said, leaning in to inhale the sultry scent of her skin. He wanted very badly to plant a row of kisses on her neck, to send delicate shivers up her spine.
“And how was he looking at me?” One of Dina’s eyebrows curved upward.
“Like you were…well, not how a man should look at a woman.”
“I didn’t realize I’d stepped into the Regency era tonight. What’s next, pistols at dawn?”
“Ha-ha. Though you don’t seem to mind that he’s turned his attentions elsewhere?” Scott mused, bending closer to Dina, brushing his lips against her ear.
“No, there’s no one else I’d rather be dancing with,” she said, looking up at him with those fathomless dark eyes.
