Page 26 of Cream Pie

Just looking at him has me wanting more. A lot more.

He and the blond guy shake hands firmly again, and then the stranger fades into the crown.

“Here’s your chance, lady,” I wink at Hope, who just blushes again. She can be a lot of big talk, but inside, she’s really just still an awkward nerd, even if she’s also clearly one of those girls who really bloomed from high school ugly duckling into their own gorgeous swan in college.

“C’mon, seriously,” I nudge her, grinning. “Go make your move.”

“He’s like thirty.”

I roll my eyes, and Hope sighs. “Okay, fine, maybe I will.”

“Atta girl.”

“We’re dancing later though, I mean it.”

“Deal,” I laugh. “Good luck!”

She rolls her eyes and disappears into the crowd, and I sigh as I take a big sip of champagne and turn back to glance over the dance floor.

Instantly, my eyes narrow, and my grip on the flute in my hand tightens dangerously. Javier is still there by the bar, but this time, he’s talking to someone new. Someone gorgeous—like model-gorgeous, with long, shimmering chestnut hair, a bright white smile, and a green cocktail dress that’s about a centimeter away from being entirely inappropriate for a black-tie wedding, beach-side or not.

The girl has legs for freaking days, and her tits are practically spilling out of her top as she leans in to giggle loudly at whatever the fuck Javier has just said. My eyes narrow, and my lips purse as the… well, something wells up inside of me.

Goddamnit, it’s jealousy. That’s what I’m feeling as I glare at the two of them, and I hate that it is. But there’s no denying it either—watching Javier laugh and smile with this girl has me turning a shade of green not too off from the color of her damn dress. I know it’s stupid, and silly. I mean, what happened with us before was a total mistake, and it’s not like I’ve got a claim on him. It’s not like I should want a claim on him either.

But here I am, seeing red and green and seething as the girl traces a manicured nail over his chest. She reaches into her clutch, and my mouth opens wide with shock as she pulls out what is clearly a hotel room keycard and slips it into Javier’s hand. My teeth grind as her brows wag at him, and my entire body ripples with some sort of primal anger as she winks at him, blows him a kiss, and saunters away.

I’m moving before I can even stop myself, shoving my way through the dancers until I tumble out of the crowd right in front of him at the bar. Javier arches a brow, and his perfect lips pull back in a flash of perfect white teeth, which only sends a shiver of heat through me.

“We meet again,” he purrs. “Looking for a new dance partner? Or has trust-fund found his balls yet to ask you to—”

“What the fuck was that?” I hiss.

He frowns. “What was what?”

“That… that girl,” I mutter.

Slowly, he grins. “Oh, that?”

“Yeah, that,” I hiss, not giving a shit how fucking crazy and clingy I’m sure I sound.

“That was two adults having an adult conversation, little girl,” he growls.

“Fuck you.”

“Again?”

Heat blasts through my face, and my eyes narrow as he grins at me in amusement.

“Don’t make me slap you,” I spit. “So are you going?”

He frowns. “Going where?”

“She gave you a room key,” I say tightly. “Are you going?”

His gorgeous eyes hold mine, and he slowly pulls the key card from his pocket, twirling it in his fingers.

“What do you think?”

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