Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
It’s been a while since I have danced. I have always enjoyed it. I favored it over gymnastics. I take note that men do turn to watch us walk by. Each time I meet their eyes, their brows always rise before a smirk forms on their mouths.
“Girl.” Mac tugs me into her so we’re close, facing each other. “Keep making eye contact, and they take that as an opening to come talk to you.”
That would have been nice to know before now, but isn’t that what I wanted? To see if I could be desirable?
“Dance with me.” The song changes, and I start to move. The beat is good, letting you really work your body. I allow myself to get lost in the rhythm.
A hand lands firmly on my hip, larger than a female’s. I grab it and turn, giving a hard yank, and quickly side-step and release my hold. The man stumbles forward and falls, bumping into a few people in the process.
Mac has her lips pressed firmly together, fighting laughter.
“He grabbed me.” People shouldn’t randomly touch people without their permission.
“The fuck,” I think I hear the man on the floor say. People keep dancing, ignoring him as he gets himself together, and I realize it’s the suit jacket from earlier. He’s a lot shorter close up. “The hell was that?” he shouts when he finally gets to his feet, taking a step toward me. “You didn’t have to be a cunt about it.” I match his step forward. Yes, there are times to keep space, but there are also times to assert yourself. The club is too crowded for him to get too out of line.
“It’s best if you go back to your table,” I tell him.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Depends on who you ask. A hand comes down on his shoulder, making him cringe. He tries to dip out of the hold, but he can’t shake it.
All the air is strangled from my lungs when I see who it is. I thought it was going to be club security of some type, but it’s not. It’s him.
Chapter Five
PAXTON
This was very unexpected. At least not this soon. Part of my fascination and obsession with Naomi is that while I might be able to predict a direction or even nudge one along when it comes to her, once she gets there, she can be Pandora’s box.
“Apologize,” I order the dumbfuck who is trapped in my hold. He’s been watching Naomi since he spotted her. He was easy to read, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got closer to her. He’s undeservedly cocky.
I can’t say I blame him. I’d been taken with her the first time I saw her too. I could have cut him off, but why would I ruin Naomi’s fun?
“I don’t care to repeat myself.” I know his type. The words “I’m sorry” don’t cross his lips unless they are forcefully pulled from him.
It’s a stupid mistake. An apology is easy enough to give, especially if you fucked up. However, men like him believe that apologizing makes them appear weaker, which is why he will not progress any further in life than he already has. Ego is heavy and comes with a high cost.
He’s really starting to piss me off. My attention is on him when it should be elsewhere. I squeeze harder.
“Sorry.”
I release my hold on him, shoving him in the other direction. A few people close by are watching us.
“I would ask if you’re okay, but you had it handled.”
“Then why did you step in?” Naomi’s tone is flat, her face expressionless. I relish in it. It will make it all the sweeter when I can get those expressions from her. I’m not a man who isn’t willing to work for what he wants, and if you want a queen, which she is, you need to act accordingly.
“It gave me an opening to come and introduce myself.”
“You’re Paxton,” Mac says. “Mr. Winks-a-Lot.” Naomi elbows her in the side.
My eyes linger on the choker she has wrapped around her throat. I want to run my tongue along it. I don’t think she knows how erotic she is. She’s a temptation that I could never refuse. It is, after all, why I have led myself on the path to here.
Naomi simply stands there staring at me, tilting her head slightly to the side, making her curls brush against her shoulders. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I was annoyed with seeing her hair down. No, I’m jealous. She always keeps it pulled back and out of her face. I’ve had many fantasies about her hair and pulling it free for myself, her letting me do it.
“Yes.”
Naomi gives a stiff nod before turning to leave. Mac lifts a single brow, her silent question clear. What will be my next move?