Page 22 of Grudge Puck
So Iknewbetter than to feel anything but repulsion.
Or at least, I thought I did. But thoughts don't always change raw feelings.
Seeing a jealous Beau chase that guy off, and then arrogantlyclaim me for a dance, made my insides churn with a complicated longing.
I'm not supposed to want this.
But once he turned on that dick-head charm that had claimed so many ladies before me? I was hopeless to resist.
Maybe it was the alcohol. I shouldn't have had those shots.Because holy shit, why was I dancing with Beau?
I couldn't stand the guy in almost every regard. The past we shared; the way he is;who he is. Everything about him.
But on the dance floor, none of that mattered. The only thing we had between us was pure animal attraction. I loved it—I loved being the center of his attention. His hungry eyes on mine. The way his gaze so often traveled down to steal a seconds-too-long stare at my breasts until I forced his gaze back to my eyes. His hands, always clutching at my waist, always trying to cop a feel and pull me closer.
He wantedme. I could feel it.
And then I couldliterallyfeel it. When my bottom touched his erection. His hard fucking cock.
I got so freaked out, I bolted.
I found Piper dancing with a couple new guys. Her cheeks were flushed—she'd had a few more drinks than I had tonight, and it was starting to show.
“Piper!” I grabbed her arm and yanked.
“What's up?” she asked, her words a little slurred.
“I just danced withBeau.And um. Things got weird.”
She cracked a smile. “Yeah—I watched it all from over here.”
I whispered into her ear. “I could feelhim.I mean his cock. He got hard, Piper.”
She shrugged. “I'm not surprised! That'll happen when you shake your ass in a dude's crotch, miss booty dancer!”
My jaw dropped. “I wasn'tbooty dancing!”
“Yes you were!” She wagged her finger at me. “Max saw it. Right, Max?”
Max, whoever the hell he was, looked at me with a dopey grin and nodded. “It's true.”
I huffed.
Piper pinched my cheek. “Relax. Just have fun. What are you so worried about?”
And then her gaze flicked over my head. Somebody tall was right behind me.
“He's behind me, isn't he,” I muttered.
She nodded.
I turned around slowly. There was all 6'3 of Beau Bradford.
“Hey ladies. You wanna come hang out with us in the VIP lounge? We've got bottle service.”
Piper abandoned Max in a flash and launched herself right by my side. “We'd love to!”
I grumbled.Oh boy. What are we getting ourselves into?
