Page 17 of Torrid Love
“What did you say?” he asks, taking a threatening step forward.
Gabriel flinches and takes several steps back. “I—I need another drink.”
“Better,” Rod says. “Now, get the fuck out of my face.”
Gabriel is gone before Rod finishes his sentence.
“Gab—”
“Catch you later, Dominika,” he shouts over his shoulder.
That’s it?
Coward!
I’m so pissed off, I could spit fire.
“How dare—”
Rod leans into me. “We need to talk, Dom.”
His closeness catches me off guard. Suddenly, the dance floor feels crammed. Filled up by this man’s intoxicating presence.
His warm breath stirs the tips of hair that's fallen on my face as a result of my crazy dancing. I can’t even manage to suppress the shiver of awareness that tickles every cell in my body. Without my consent, my nipples tighten uncomfortably. I should be worried, but the sweet sensation pulsing through me is pure, unadulterated bliss.
Fuck.
The last time I found myself in this predicament was when I had lost a game of battle shots–to him.
Just as I’m freefalling and my resistance is freeing, I remember the scene I just witnessed. My anger is back, flaming brighter than before.
“Leave me alone, Rod. There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
I turn on my heel in an attempt to escape, but I don’t get very far.
His strong hand clenches around my wrist. His brown eyes narrow in a sliver of determination. It’s as if he’s daring me to try to get away from him.
Crap.
CHAPTER 5
Roderick
I thought Dominika had left. Not that I would’ve blamed her. Six weeks apart and our reunion is marred by some silly slut’s train-wreck attempt at making a fool out of herself.
I’m surprised to find my best friend on the dance floor. But to my dismay, she isn’t alone. Every muscle in my body tenses when I see her moving so sensually to the beat of the music.
Is she drunk?
Nah, she never goes overboard.
My jaw clenches.
The random prick she’s dancing with keeps up with her well. Too well.
Asshole.
Why am I so pissed off?
