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I feel his deep chuckle vibrating against me. “Come off it, Doc. I know you and Hendrix have something going on. Bloke practically bit my head off when I mentioned you after tonight’s show.”
“He did?” My heart starts racing as I tilt my head to the side to see him grinning down at me.
“He did.”
I don’t know how to handle that information, or the fact that Darius is out here on the dance floor practically flaunting me in front of him.
I glare up at him. “So…you want to make him jealous because he embarrassed you?”
“No.” His eyes gleam with amusement. “No. I’m solid. A bandmate tells me to back off, and I listen. We don’t fight over women. Besides, I wasn’t looking for anything serious. Just a bit of fun.”
“Okay…”
“But he doesn’t know that.” He lets that sink in momentarily as he runs his hands all over my body. It feels good. It really does.
But it doesn’t feel right.
Hedoesn’t feel right.
“So I’ll ask the question again,” he says as my eyes venture up to the blackened glass. “Do you want to make him jealous?”
I swallow the nervous thrill that runs down my spine. God, it’s so wrong. We said we wouldn’t do this, that we’d keep things professional. But then I remember the way he looked at me when I stepped out of my room. There’s no denying it. He still wants me.
And I’ve never stopped wanting him.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. And you’ll protect me when he comes down here swinging for me?” He turns me back around so I’m facing him, but we’re still just as close.
“Sure.”
“A little more enthusiasm would be appreciated, Doc. I’m your wingman after all.”
“I don’t think wingmen are supposed to get boners when they’re on the job.”
He laughs, dipping his head into the curve of my shoulder. “Can’t be helped, love. I’d have to be dead to not get hard when dancing with a beautiful woman like you.”
“That was a compliment, I think.”
“Oh, it was definitely a compliment. Which is why I must be an absolute arse for passing you up.”
“You make it sound like I already said yes. How do you know I’d ever be interested?” I raise an eyebrow in challenge.
“Oh, you’d be interested,” he says confidently. “I’m not even trying right now, love. If I did, you wouldn’t be able to resist. And you’d be thanking me for it by morning. One hundred percent satisfaction guarantee.”
I roll my eyes. “One hundred percent, huh?”
“No complaints so far.” He shrugs before his gaze cuts just over my shoulder. “Oh, here we go. He’s coming down the steps. You ready?” My stomach drops to my feet, but I nod. “Okay, brilliant. I’m off to the bar.”
“What?” I grab him before he can pull away. “What do you mean you’re off to the bar?”
“Doc, he looks like he’s ready to rip out my spleen and shove it down my throat, and as much as I love you, I’d rather you be the recipient of all that rage—if you know what I mean.” He winks.
It takes me a minute to catch his meaning, but a flood of heat creeps up my neck when I do. He laughs. “You’re welcome!” he says over his shoulder as he walks away, and I’m left standing in the middle of the dance floor by myself.
All by myself.
Shit. What do I do now?
