Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) by Lorraine Beaumont Page B

she said in a
sultry tone. “As in, I’d be more than happy to shower you with some
good–hot-love…I can go all night.” She reached down and squeezed
his muscled arm, laughing throatily. She gave him a wink for good
measure before stumbling back up the stairs following her friends
into the mansion.
    Moriah frowned. Whore. She was sitting
right beside him and that chick had practically invited him to do
her. Most guys would have jumped at the chance to do her, and yet
Simon didn’t say anything to the girl. No, he merely smiled
politely, turned back around, and placed his chin back in his hand,
looking out into the crowd seemingly oblivious to the flagrant
invitation she had given him. Maybe he just didn’t care….but all
guys cared…didn’t they? She frowned down at her hands folded in her
lap. Maybe he really was gay… crap .
    She had no idea where that surge of jealousy
had come from. Why should she even care? She loved Kingston, and
yet here she sat, with a guy she didn’t even know, calling girls
whores for hitting on him. Moriah had no idea what her problem was.
Still she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the boy named Simon.
She adjusted on the stair and smiled over at him again, clearing
her throat to get his attention. He didn’t’ budge. Not to be
deterred she leaned forward. “You smell nice,” she blurted, and
then bit her lip. What was she doing? She sounded like an
idiot.
    He gave her a sidelong
glance. “Thank you,” he said, and then promptly turned away and
looked back at the crowd of people milling about in front of
them.
    Moriah opened her mouth
and then shut it. What? She thought he would say something to her,
like she smelled nice too, or she was something—anything, but he
didn’t. Feeling incredibly self-conscious suddenly, she shifted on
the stair and looked back at Simon. It was hard not to look at him.
There was something so alluring about him, something that she
couldn’t quite put her finger on. Her stomach flipped over, making
her feel slightly sick but that didn’t stop her from stealing
glances at him from under her lashes, trying to watch his every
move even though she pretended not to.
    Simon lifted his cup and
took a slow pull on his drink. He could feel her tracking his
movements and smiled into his cup. Well, now, he was happy to see
his certain something had not fled. He had wondered if it had since
he changed. Obviously, he was still utterly amazing. He had always
been irresistible to the female persuasion. A long time ago, in his
previous life, so long in fact, he had almost forgotten…he had been
a rock star. Girls fell all over themselves to get near him. They
couldn’t keep their hands from his body. Of course, he had been
more than happy to accommodate them all. Now, sitting here with this
pretty girl beside him, he felt stirrings of his old self-come to
the forefront. Setting his cup down he decided to test the waters,
to see how much of his “ it ” he still had. He turned toward
her and locked eyes with hers. “Is there something you want…dove?”
he asked and slowly raked his eyes down her shapely body, then
brought them back to her face, lifting his brow in
question.
    Moriah shivered. “Ah…” She
bit her lip, nervously twirling a strand of her long blonde hair
around her finger.
    “ Yes dove.” He let his gaze
linger on her full lips momentarily. “Well…?” he asked lifting his
eyes back to hers.
    “ I wondered…if um…”
Conflicting emotions battled against one another in her mind. Part
of her wanted to go and find Kingston but another part…a part that
was quickly overriding the other…wanted to lean forward and kiss
his perfect lips…if only for a moment…

MAGIC
     
    SATURDAY * 9:33 PM
     
    “ This night sucks balls—big
fat furry ones,” Evie muttered miserably into her cup staring down
at the three cherries bobbing in the top. Lifting her drink, she
took a hefty swig, holding it in her mouth until it started to burn
and