βSheβs drunk,β Dave said from beside him.
βYeah.β
They watched for a second in silence. Jake took a sip of his
beer.
βIβve never seen her drunk,β Dave murmured. βItβs kind of
scary.β
βYeah.β
βAnd sheβs going to break a leg in those heels if sheβs not
careful.β
She did appear a little precariously balanced. But maybe a
leg in plaster would keep her out of trouble for a while.
And heβd have the perfect excuse to take care of her.
She stretched up and whispered something in Steveβs ear. He
shook his head, and Kim frowned. Every single one of Jakeβs
muscles locked up tight. Beside him, Dave chuckled, and he
turned to glare.
βHey, donβt take it out on me.β Dave threw up a hand. βItβs
not my fault your love life is a total load of crap.β
That was true, he supposed. Jake forced his muscles to relax.
βBut all the same,β Dave continued, βIβve got to say that
itβs been amusing as hell to watch.β He grinned. βHow the
mighty have fallen.β
βFuck off.β
βWhy donβt you tell her how you feel?β
βBecause sheβd run a mile in the opposite direction.β
βYup, youβre screwed."
Jake cast a glance in Kimβs direction. She was definitely
drunk. He sighed. βNo, not tonight, Iβm not.β
Dave laughed.
Yeah, Jake was a real funny guy. Heβd had enough. The party
was over and not only for him. He placed his bottle
carefully on the table and rose to his feet. βIβd better
take her home.β
βGood luck.β
Kim glanced in their direction, and a smile flashed across
her face. Mascara smudged under her eyes, her crimson
lipstick was long gone, yet she was still utterly gorgeous.
A pain tightened around his heart; the problem was that he
wasnβt used to not getting what he wanted. He didnβt know
how to deal.
She waggled her fingers in his direction and started to wend
her unsteady way across the small, almost-empty dance floor.
She met him halfway and stared up at him through panda eyes.
βJakey, will you dance with me?β
Jakey? No one had ever called him βJakeyβ in his life before.
βPleeeease. Iβve asked everyone else, and theyβre all too
scared of you. Even Mitch and heβs the one leaving.β She
frowned. βHe said youβd likely hunt him down.β
βHeβs right.β
She ignored his comment. βI told them youβre nice, but no
one believes me. I think youβre nice, Jakey.β She blinked at
him. βSo will you dance with me? Pretty please.β She slid
her hands over his shoulders and stared into his face. βWhy
did you have to spoil it all?β
He wasnβt sure what she was talking about, so best keep his
answers vague. βDid I?β
βYou did. You scratched my itch. It was wonderful,
mind-blowing. You are definitely well endowed, and you knew
exactly what to do with it.β
βThank you.β Christ, she was going to regret this
conversation in the morningβwhen he reminded her of it. The
thought gave him a glimmer of satisfaction.
βI thought it could work, that we could be fuck buddies, and
it would be lovely. But you had to go and ruin everything.β
βI did?β
βYou said the M-word, and now itβs all broken.β She heaved a
huge sigh. βYouβre supposed to be dancing.β She tightened
her grip on his shoulders and tugged him closer.
How could he resist such an offer? βFive minutes and weβre
out of here.β
Five minutes of purgatory.
He tried to hold his body away from hers, but after the
first thirty seconds, he figured what the hell? He slipped
his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. Kim
rested her head on his chest and swayed slowly to the music,
which was impressive considering it was a fast rock track.
Closing his eyes, he reveled in the feel of her long,
slender body pressed against his. It was torture. Blood
throbbed in his dick, and his balls ached.
Finally, he could take no more. He pulled away. She tried to
hold on for a second but then gave in.
βCome on, Iβll take you home.β
βAre you going to look after me? Keep me safe.β
βDonβt I always?β
Her lips curved up in a sweet smile, and she nodded
solemnly. βYou wonβt take advantage of my inebriated state.β
It wasnβt a question. βYou know I wonβt.β
βI told you, you were nice.β
βYeah, so you did.β
He was so not getting screwed tonight.