glanced at me, and placed a shot of tequila on the bar. Travis shot his head back and downed the brown liquid.
What was wrong with him? It was like he was bracing himself for something.
He came back to the table with our drinks. Again with that strained smile. I sighed and drank my long island iced tea.
“Want to dance?” he asked after I finished my drink.
“I’d love to.”
He downed the remains of his drink and took my hand. He moved slowly to the center of the dance floor. It was as if he wanted to make sure people were watching us.
I thought I heard him mumble something like, “You can do this.”
Before I could ask him, “do what?” he pulled me to him, pressing me against his chest.
As we danced, his hands were all over me. But it didn’t feel like he was getting off on it. And neither was I. It felt like a security pat down. When his hands slid down my butt, I jerked back surprised.
“What’s wrong?” He gave me a sexy lopsided grin.
I was an idiot. Here was a perfectly normal, sexy guy that every single girl in the club was drooling over and who obviously wanted me and I what? Thought of him like a brother?
Damn that Cooper! Why couldn’t he drink his coffee somewhere else and stay away from Jitters? Seeing him in class was enough.
“Nothing.” I slid his hands back into place on my butt. Maybe I just needed to give it some time with Travis. Greg thought he’d be good for me and my dear friend had never let me down. I really should give him a chance.
We danced like that for a while, and then the song changed to something more upbeat. “Frankie Goes To Hollywood” wailed in my ears to relax. Turning, I pressed my back into Travis and waved my hands into the air, forcing myself to comply with Frankie’s command. His hands glided across my abdomen pulling me tighter against his rock-hard body.
Flashes of light blinded me as we danced. Travis’s hands brushed against my bare thigh, but all I could think about was the dream with Cooper and his hands all over me.
Travis’s hands glided up my waist and then brushed lightly against my breast. I jerked back and grabbed his hands pushing them down. Was I ready for this?
“Relax,” he said, his hot breath hitting against my ear.
I giggled as he repeated the word in sync with the song. He sang into my ear as he slowly glided his hand back up.
Relax.
I giggled again at the thought. My body was starting to feel more light and . . . relaxed. Or maybe it was the iced tea. Either way, I was finally ready.
I was about to place my hand over his, when there was a sudden rush of air, and Travis was gone.
“Hey, man! What the fuck?”
I spun around. Flashes of red, green, and blue danced over Cooper’s face as he stood behind Travis with a hand on his shoulder. Sapphire eyes blazed as he looked at me, his chiseled jaw tense. Cooper was raw masculinity, making Travis look like a boy playing dress up. My eyes drank in every single inch of him as if he were water and I’d been lost in a desert for months: the dark slacks, his narrow waist, and up to the black shirt that strained against thick muscles as he gripped Travis.
His eyes held mine as he spoke to Travis. “Excuse me for interrupting your date .” He sneered the word. “I thought you’d want to know that you’re car is being towed.”
“No way. It’s a rental.”
I snickered. Travis couldn’t be that dense.
“I assure you, Mr. Brandon, rental or not it is being towed as we speak.”
“Shit!” Travis dashed across the dance floor heading to the door.
My jaw dropped. He did not just leave me alone here. The music changed and a cello played. The cool sounds of “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” filled the club.
My eyes flicked to Cooper, who was looking way too self-satisfied.
“You did that on purpose,” I snarled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was merely being helpful.”
My eyes narrowed. I wasn’t buying it. “You had his car towed, didn’t
What was wrong with him? It was like he was bracing himself for something.
He came back to the table with our drinks. Again with that strained smile. I sighed and drank my long island iced tea.
“Want to dance?” he asked after I finished my drink.
“I’d love to.”
He downed the remains of his drink and took my hand. He moved slowly to the center of the dance floor. It was as if he wanted to make sure people were watching us.
I thought I heard him mumble something like, “You can do this.”
Before I could ask him, “do what?” he pulled me to him, pressing me against his chest.
As we danced, his hands were all over me. But it didn’t feel like he was getting off on it. And neither was I. It felt like a security pat down. When his hands slid down my butt, I jerked back surprised.
“What’s wrong?” He gave me a sexy lopsided grin.
I was an idiot. Here was a perfectly normal, sexy guy that every single girl in the club was drooling over and who obviously wanted me and I what? Thought of him like a brother?
Damn that Cooper! Why couldn’t he drink his coffee somewhere else and stay away from Jitters? Seeing him in class was enough.
“Nothing.” I slid his hands back into place on my butt. Maybe I just needed to give it some time with Travis. Greg thought he’d be good for me and my dear friend had never let me down. I really should give him a chance.
We danced like that for a while, and then the song changed to something more upbeat. “Frankie Goes To Hollywood” wailed in my ears to relax. Turning, I pressed my back into Travis and waved my hands into the air, forcing myself to comply with Frankie’s command. His hands glided across my abdomen pulling me tighter against his rock-hard body.
Flashes of light blinded me as we danced. Travis’s hands brushed against my bare thigh, but all I could think about was the dream with Cooper and his hands all over me.
Travis’s hands glided up my waist and then brushed lightly against my breast. I jerked back and grabbed his hands pushing them down. Was I ready for this?
“Relax,” he said, his hot breath hitting against my ear.
I giggled as he repeated the word in sync with the song. He sang into my ear as he slowly glided his hand back up.
Relax.
I giggled again at the thought. My body was starting to feel more light and . . . relaxed. Or maybe it was the iced tea. Either way, I was finally ready.
I was about to place my hand over his, when there was a sudden rush of air, and Travis was gone.
“Hey, man! What the fuck?”
I spun around. Flashes of red, green, and blue danced over Cooper’s face as he stood behind Travis with a hand on his shoulder. Sapphire eyes blazed as he looked at me, his chiseled jaw tense. Cooper was raw masculinity, making Travis look like a boy playing dress up. My eyes drank in every single inch of him as if he were water and I’d been lost in a desert for months: the dark slacks, his narrow waist, and up to the black shirt that strained against thick muscles as he gripped Travis.
His eyes held mine as he spoke to Travis. “Excuse me for interrupting your date .” He sneered the word. “I thought you’d want to know that you’re car is being towed.”
“No way. It’s a rental.”
I snickered. Travis couldn’t be that dense.
“I assure you, Mr. Brandon, rental or not it is being towed as we speak.”
“Shit!” Travis dashed across the dance floor heading to the door.
My jaw dropped. He did not just leave me alone here. The music changed and a cello played. The cool sounds of “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” filled the club.
My eyes flicked to Cooper, who was looking way too self-satisfied.
“You did that on purpose,” I snarled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was merely being helpful.”
My eyes narrowed. I wasn’t buying it. “You had his car towed, didn’t
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