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girlfriends. She has her navy blue blazer rolled up to her elbows and her blouse untucked over her pencil skirt.
“Watch yourself,” she says, lifting her arms above her head while she does an old-school, modified, vertical cabbage patch move. I have no idea why women like this think that staring all sexy-like at their armpits is attractive. She just looks like she’s checking whether her deodorant is working or not.
I really should punch her lights out and put her out of our misery, but I’m wearing a dress and trying to impress this vampire guy, so I decide against it. I narrow my eyes at her to let her know how lucky she is right now.
“Come this way,” Mark says, pulling me closer to the edge of the dance floor. I look over my shoulder to make sure Teagan will follow, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Oops . I have no idea where she’s gone to, but I’m too ready to continue with this dance with Mark to worry about it much. She’s probably hanging out with Rebel, anyway. Those two are attached at the hip these days. The relationship is only three weeks old, but it’s like they’ve been together for a year. Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now.
I’m moving in synch with Mark again when my eyes catch a complete lack of movement on the perimeter of the dance floor. Everyone else is bumping, grinding, and swaying to the beat, except for this one guy. Blonde hair, dark expression, thin but muscular build … shit . It’s Mick.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. Maybe even betrayed something between us. Suddenly, I’m afraid he’s going to think I’m with this guy Mark. I don’t want him to think that now, which is completely stupid because two seconds ago I was ready to sign up for the Mark fuck-me fan-club. But I can’t deny my own feelings. They’re there and mighty inconvenient. Nothing makes sense anymore. Panic sets in once again.
I back away, but Mark grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. “Where are you going?” His smile is completely non-threatening and should have been sexy as hell, but all it does is irritate me.
I put my hand on his wrist and push it down to detach him from me. “I’m good right here, thanks.” I step away again.
“You sure?” he asks, moving towards me. He’s not being an ass, just persistent. Normally I’d like that in a guy, but right now it’s just damn inconvenient and mostly annoying.
I feel someone standing against my back.
“You okay, Quinlan?” Mick asks over my shoulder.
My knees go weak at the close contact. The kiss he snuck from me comes back full force and my lips tingle with the memory. I am completely turned upside down inside. Now I can finally appreciate why Hellion is Mick’s nickname. He is raising hell with my system for sure.
“Hey, buddy, what’s up?” Mark asks, lifting his chin in Mick’s direction.
I turn sideways. “I’m fine, Mick. And stop calling me Quinlan.” I feel nauseated. Is it the drinks? Could two shots make me vom on the dance floor? And if I do lose it, will I ever be able to show my face in the LA club scene again? No, probably not. I’ll always be the girl who blew chunks on the dance floor.
Mick looks down at me as if we’re the only ones in the whole place. My stomach does about ten flips and the music fades out like someone turned down the volume. My ears and throat burn with either near-vomit or my new Hellion-addiction. Neither one is good.
“That’s your name, though. Your mom told me so.” He grins like he’s the king of the world. Like none of this is affecting him and I’m just some plaything he’s enjoying batting around.
“Hey buddy, why don’t you go find another girl?” says Mark. “This one’s taken.”
I frown, not sure how I feel about being in the middle of a cock fight. I do want
“Watch yourself,” she says, lifting her arms above her head while she does an old-school, modified, vertical cabbage patch move. I have no idea why women like this think that staring all sexy-like at their armpits is attractive. She just looks like she’s checking whether her deodorant is working or not.
I really should punch her lights out and put her out of our misery, but I’m wearing a dress and trying to impress this vampire guy, so I decide against it. I narrow my eyes at her to let her know how lucky she is right now.
“Come this way,” Mark says, pulling me closer to the edge of the dance floor. I look over my shoulder to make sure Teagan will follow, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Oops . I have no idea where she’s gone to, but I’m too ready to continue with this dance with Mark to worry about it much. She’s probably hanging out with Rebel, anyway. Those two are attached at the hip these days. The relationship is only three weeks old, but it’s like they’ve been together for a year. Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now.
I’m moving in synch with Mark again when my eyes catch a complete lack of movement on the perimeter of the dance floor. Everyone else is bumping, grinding, and swaying to the beat, except for this one guy. Blonde hair, dark expression, thin but muscular build … shit . It’s Mick.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. Maybe even betrayed something between us. Suddenly, I’m afraid he’s going to think I’m with this guy Mark. I don’t want him to think that now, which is completely stupid because two seconds ago I was ready to sign up for the Mark fuck-me fan-club. But I can’t deny my own feelings. They’re there and mighty inconvenient. Nothing makes sense anymore. Panic sets in once again.
I back away, but Mark grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. “Where are you going?” His smile is completely non-threatening and should have been sexy as hell, but all it does is irritate me.
I put my hand on his wrist and push it down to detach him from me. “I’m good right here, thanks.” I step away again.
“You sure?” he asks, moving towards me. He’s not being an ass, just persistent. Normally I’d like that in a guy, but right now it’s just damn inconvenient and mostly annoying.
I feel someone standing against my back.
“You okay, Quinlan?” Mick asks over my shoulder.
My knees go weak at the close contact. The kiss he snuck from me comes back full force and my lips tingle with the memory. I am completely turned upside down inside. Now I can finally appreciate why Hellion is Mick’s nickname. He is raising hell with my system for sure.
“Hey, buddy, what’s up?” Mark asks, lifting his chin in Mick’s direction.
I turn sideways. “I’m fine, Mick. And stop calling me Quinlan.” I feel nauseated. Is it the drinks? Could two shots make me vom on the dance floor? And if I do lose it, will I ever be able to show my face in the LA club scene again? No, probably not. I’ll always be the girl who blew chunks on the dance floor.
Mick looks down at me as if we’re the only ones in the whole place. My stomach does about ten flips and the music fades out like someone turned down the volume. My ears and throat burn with either near-vomit or my new Hellion-addiction. Neither one is good.
“That’s your name, though. Your mom told me so.” He grins like he’s the king of the world. Like none of this is affecting him and I’m just some plaything he’s enjoying batting around.
“Hey buddy, why don’t you go find another girl?” says Mark. “This one’s taken.”
I frown, not sure how I feel about being in the middle of a cock fight. I do want
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