Page 68 of Irresistible Rogue

ChapterEleven

Jolie

It was past last call. For the last half hour, I’d carefully nursed my wine spritzer as I tried to keep an eye on Shane across the bar. He was standing with some guys, talking. I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking at me at all.

I watched as he made his way across the room, through the crowd… and suddenly it hit me. He was leaving.

I jumped up without even think about it. Alyssa looked at me as I startled her. “Where are you going?”

“Uh, I’m… I’ll be back!” I grabbed my purse and hurried through the crowd toward the front door. When I got there, I couldn’t see Shane anywhere. I pushed my way outside, and I spotted him, walking away along the sidewalk.

He was alone.

And I was following him without even knowing what I was doing or why I was doing it.

He kept walking, crossing the street and continuing on the other side, and I just kept following him. As I hurried along, my eyes dragged down his body. The broad shoulders and the taper of his waist. His tight butt in his jeans and his strong legs. The way he walked…

Fuck, he was sexy.

How could I find someone so sexy when I couldn’t stand him as a human?

I couldn’t deny that I had dirty thoughts about the man. At least, about his body. And about that night, in my memories.

And tonight, when he came on to me… it fucking floored me. I tried to act snarky and cool, not let it get to me, but it fucking did.

I wasn’t sure I’d heard a single word anyone else had said to me for the rest of the night. I’d basically faked my way through a conversation with my best friend, which meant that I owed her an actual conversation sometime soon. But tonight, with Shane in the room, I just couldn’t do it.

Not after he sought me out in public and drank my drink, then bought me a new one and said all that shit to me.

I kept hearing it in my head…

What, exactly, would you like me to suck?

It was an offer. Another invitation to sex. Just like earlier today, in the pool house.

What was his game, really? He seriously wanted to have sex with me just because it would bother his family?

Who does that?

And also, who offered to fuck someone they didn’t even like?

Someone who they were about to become related to?

Maybe Dani was right that it wasn’t actually creepy. There was no blood relation; he wasn’t even blood related to Jacob. There were degrees of separation. But still. We had family members in common. If I ever did move back up here, there would be potentially endless family functions where we could run into each other for the rest of our lives. If we both married someone else one day and had children, our kids would be like… step cousins.

Shudder.

Good thing I wasn’t moving back.

As I tailed him, I wondered how long I’d keep this up. Was he walking all the way to his place? It was several more blocks, and I was starting to feel foolish. Like what was I hoping to see?

A woman. I was hoping to see him with a woman, maybe.

Just maybe, outside the bar, I was hoping he was gonna hook up with some woman he’d been texting or something. She’d pull up to the curb and he’d slide into her car. Or she’d strut up to him and he’d flag down a cab, and take her home to do vile things to her.

Maybe I just wanted a reminder of the other night. Of Lamborghini woman.

A reminder that I wasn’t exactly the only woman he’d wanted to fuck in recent times. A reminder that he was just a sleazy player who picked up girls and lied to them to get in their pants.

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