Page 37 of Inviting Trouble
“Bite me,” Mad said. Ty was purposely asking every one of her friends to dance except Charlotte, which meant he probably wanted to dance with Charlotte most of all. Mad refused to play into his ploy.
Ty looked to Charlotte, who crossed the room to ask Josh to dance.
And then Charlotte danced with literally every man in attendance except Ty. She was an amazing dancer, slow or fast. Mad sipped the white wine Hailey had brought her. It was just her and Ty now, watching Charlotte dance, and she wondered if he’d finally step up. Charlotte had this confident way of tossing her long brown hair that really worked (if only Mad had long hair) and a sensuous shimmy that Mad wasn’t sure she could get away with.
Finally Charlotte returned to where Ty and Mad were standing. She grabbed her water from a nearby table and took a long drink. Ty looked at her expectantly.
Charlotte smiled at Mad. “Hey, girl, you gotta get out there with me.”
“Maybe,” Mad said.
“You looked like you were having fun,” Ty said with a scowl.
Charlotte’s brown eyes narrowed. “I was.” She finished her water in one long swallow and set the glass on the table.
“With every guy here,” Ty said, “except one.”
Charlotte did a head swivel. “And why is that?” She crossed her arms. “Why did you make it a point to ask everyone to dance but me?”
Ty crossed his arms. “I didn’t.”
“Liar,” Mad put in, but they didn’t seem to notice her in their standoff.
“So dance with me now,” Charlotte said.
Ty barked out a laugh. “You asking me to dance?”
“Oh, so you’re playing hard to get.” Charlotte nodded sagely. “That’s your game.”
He grinned. “It worked, didn’t it? Here you are asking me to dance.”
Charlotte lifted her chin. “I don’t play games.”
“Yeah, you do, sweetheart.” Ty took her hand. “Shall we?”
Charlotte pulled her hand from his grip. “I’m also hard to get.” She turned and walked back to Ethan, asking him to dance. He did, pulling her straight into his arms. Charlotte looked over Ethan’s shoulder and gave Ty a smug smile.
Ty grumbled to himself. Her brothers were idiots. And Mad was tired of being in their company. She strode over to Park, who was finally done talking to Josh and heading back in her direction. She put a little wiggle into her hips like Charlotte and stopped in front of him, looking up at him as Charlotte instructed.
He eyed her. “Your ankle giving you trouble? You were walking a little funny.”
She put a hand on his arm. “My ankle’s fine. I can’t help it if my hips move when I walk.” She put her hands on her waist and slid them down her hips.Touching myself. So hot.
His gaze followed her hands and then snapped back to her eyes. “It didn’t look like your hip—never mind. What’s up?”
“Not much. Just standing around at a wedding, watching other people dance.” She swayed a bit in time to the music, her gaze on all the slow-dancing couples. She wouldn’t ask him to dance again.
“Mad?”
Score!She turned and gave him a sultry, inviting smile. “Yeah?”
His eyes locked on her chest. She peeked at herself. Still covered. “What kind of tattoo did you get?”
“You want a peek?”
He swallowed visibly.
“You know you want to,” she said in a low voice, daring him.
