Page 104 of Dating Goals
“No. I’m reacting exactly enough to make sure he never comes near you again.”
Griffin’s jaw tightens, a muscle twitching along his temple. His eyes fix on mine, and the raw possessiveness I see there makes my breath catch. I’ve seen Griffin focused on the ice, but I’ve never seen him like this. Primitive and dangerous.
Wilde’s warning echoes in my head.
Griffin could be dangerous.
“He didn’t touch me,” I say firmly. “And even if he did, that would be none of your business.”
Griffin’s eyes flash. “It absolutely would be.”
“Griffin, what’s gotten into you?”
“I saw the way he was looking at you.” His eyes scan my face like he’s searching for something. “If he so much as looks at you wrong…it won’t end well for him.”
A waiter passes by, giving us a wide berth, and I realize we’re creating a scene. I grab Griffin’s hand and pull him toward a far wall beyond the bar, away from the curious stares.
“You can’t fight everyone who talks to me,” I whisper-shout once we’re semi-private.
His eyes darken. “Watch me.”
“Griffin,” I say through gritted teeth. “You need to calm down, right now.”
“Tell me who he is,” he insists. “And why are you meeting him in St. Moritz? Did he bring you here?”
“It’s none of your business who I meet or why.”
“Tell him you’re taken,” he says suddenly. “Then tell him by who.”
I blink, caught off guard. “I’m not taken.”
His eyes lock with mine, steely and unwavering. “Aren’t you?”
The intensity of his stare makes my stomach flip. It would be so easy to give in to whatever this is between us. But…Okay, I can’t exactly think of a reason why I shouldn’t let him kiss me silly right here, right now. Clearly there’s something wrong with me.
He rubs his face, his voice softening just a fraction. “Look, you left the gala and ignored my texts for days. Then you show up here, in St. Moritz of all places, and now you’re having intimate, late-night dinners with a strange guy…with admittedly great hair?”
“Griffin!”
“You’re not leaving with him tomorrow after the game,” he says, cutting me off. “That’s not a request.”
There’s something in his voice. A note of desperation beneath the command that makes me pause.
“What are you really doing here, Griffin?” I ask quietly. “Because whatever it is, it’s clearly way over your head.”
Something shifts in his expression. A flicker of vulnerability beneath the jealousy.
“I’ll tell you everything,” he says finally. “Just…Let’s go somewhere private to talk.”
I gulp, thinking of all the wrong things. “Your…room?”
“No. Not my room. The…walls are too thin. Your room.”
My mind races as I realize I’ve backed myself into a corner. I need to get into Griffin’s room to plant the bugs, not bring him to mine.
“Actually,” I say, stalling. “I think your room would be better. I, uh…my room is a mess.”
Griffin’s jaw tightens, a darkness crossing his features. “Your room is a mess because he’s in it, isn’t he?”
