Page 177 of Blue Collar Babes

I can feel Beckett’s eyes on me as I move around the dance floor. The way he looks at me, the way hespeaksto me… he’s confusing as all hell.

Does he want me? Is this all a game to him? What does he want?

The guy I’m dancing with places his hands on my hips, turning me to face him.

“So Beck your man or…?”

I laugh as we move together to the song. “Nah, just my boss.”

“I dunno what’s worse.”

I laugh as he spins me around, grabbing my hand to go to the bar. The bartender comes over and I grin.

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

He nods and brings them back in just a few minutes. I push one toward my new dance partner with an arched brow.

“Drink up.”

I giggle as his face puckers, then grab his hand and head back to the dance floor. The tequila warms my body, making my mind feel free. The man runs his hands down my body as we gyrate together.

Looking over at the bar, Beckett’s face is less than happy. But somehow, it still looks so goddamn good on him. The song changes and a new set of hands reaches out for me.

I go with the flow, having a good time dancing and letting myself to be a little more free than normal. But then… Beckett happens.

He comes storming over, that broody look all over his face. Those steely blue eyes burning right through my soul.

“Time to go, Madilyn.”

“Nah, I’m having a good time with my new friend here.”

He glares. “And what’s your new friend’s name?”

I shrug. “Dunno. Don’t care. Bye.”

I turn and throw my arms around the guy, swaying to the music. My attempt to ignore Beckett doesn’t work, and I turn to see him still glaring at me.

Beckett grabs my hand, and a shock goes through my body. I try to pull away, but Beckett isn’t letting that happen.

“It’s time to go, Madilyn. Now.” He drags me out to the parking lot and to his truck before opening the passenger door for me. “Let’s go, I’ll drive you home.”

I get in and glare down at him. “I’m not drunk.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

He slams the door and walks around, getting into the driver’s seat. Without another word, he turns the truck on and heads out of the parking lot.

The drive is silent as he heads toward my little mountain cabin. When we get there, he comes around the side of the truck and helps me out. I storm up to my door, trying to get inside before he can get closer to me. But I’m not quick enough. Beckett puts his foot in the door, preventing me from closing it.

He pushes in and slams the door behind him. I turn and glare as I kick my boots off and toss my jacket on a spare chair.

“What is your problem?”

“You, Madilyn.”

I roll my eyes as I lean on the counter in my kitchen.

“I was having a perfectly good time before you came along. I’ve done my work, I keep my head down. So how am I your big ole problem?”

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