Damn it, I did care, I just don’t want her to know it. Not anymore.
“I know,” she whispers, blinking up at me. “I messed up, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you. Well…”
Her voice drifts and I’m confused. What does she mean by that ‘well’? I’ve had a few drinks, a couple of shots, so I’m full on buzzin’. And confused.
Jensen licks the corner of her lips, sexy as hell even though I’m so freaking mad at her. “I just…Rhett, I’m—sorry.” She practically chokes that last word out.
“You’re only apologizing because you got caught,” I mutter, grabbing her by her naked shoulders and gently pushing her out of my way so I can walk past her.
“Rhett, please!” she calls after me.
“I don’t want to hear it!” I yell over my shoulder, picking up my stride as I head back toward the table. I fall into the seat next to Chad and he claps me on the back, a goofy grin on his face.
“You’re just in time for the next act,” he says, his gaze hazy and unfocused. He is so fucking drunk.
But then again, so am I.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…”
The lights go dark and the stage is lit with a single spotlight. A woman in a black slinky dress is on stage, sitting on a chair. The entire crowd is quiet, rapt with attention as the music starts, and the woman slowly rises from the chair and begins to move.
Minutes pass as I watch her, already bored, my mind filled with thoughts of Jensen. How sad she looked only a few minutes ago, her eyes filling with tears, that bullshit apology falling from her pouty lips. I don’t know what to believe. I don’t know what to think. I want to hate her, but sitting here just thinking about her, I can feel it taking over me.
The wanting.
Damn it. I scrub a hand across my face, annoyed. I still want her. I’m still attracted to her. It’s ridiculous, but it’s there, staring me right in the face.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
Glancing up, I find her leaning against the wall not too far from our table. She’s watching me. And there’s a hunger in her eyes that matches mine. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and my gaze drops to her chest. Her breasts. I swear her nipples harden just from me staring at them. And when my gaze lifts to meet hers once more, I can see her hunger has intensified.
So has mine.
Without thought I rise from my chair, my gaze still never leaving hers.
“Where you going?” Chad asks, his words slurred from too much alcohol.
“I’ll be right back,” I answer, not even looking at him.
I’m too busy looking at Jensen.
I walk toward her slowly, the sensual beat of the music driving me on. I send her a knowing look, a quick flick of my head to indicate where I want her to go. Chancing a glance over my shoulder, I see she follows me, until we’re both back in that darkened hallway we just vacated, tucked away in the deepest, darkest corner.
Where no one can find us.
“Did you want to talk to me?” she asks breathlessly as she turns to face me.
Without a word I grab hold of her slender waist and press her back against the wall. A gasp escapes her, her mouth curling into a small, satisfied smile just before she opens it to say something.
I rest the palm of my hand over her blood-red lips, shutting her up. “Don’t talk,” I whisper. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
Her eyes are wide as my hand continues to cover half of her face. She slowly nods, a little whimper escaping her when I lean in and nuzzle the side of her neck.
Christ, she smells so good. I run my lips across her skin, lightly, just a tease, and a jolt moves through her, as if I electrified her. I keep my hand in place, and I can feel her lips moving, her damp breaths against my fingers. I nudge my hips against hers, letting her feel what she does to me, and she moans, an agonized sound contained by my hand.
That sound goes straight to my dick.
“I shouldn’t do this,” I murmur close to her ear. She shivers and I kiss her there, just below her lobe, my mouth lingering as I breathe her in.