pretty fucking awesome. Once I have downed my drink, I grab Gavin and drag him to the dance floor. The music is thumping and I lose myself in the rhythm. Gavin’s right there with me.
The dance floor is packed and it’s not long before I feel a strong pair of hands come around my waist and turn me toward their owner. Gavin glances at me to make sure I’m okay and I give him a nod looking toward the stranger. He’s cute in a rugged sort of way; looks like he could use a shave but the look works on him. We dance a few songs with his hands at my waist and then they start to slip lower and he uses the leverage to pull me into him. I can tell he’s really interested; no, I can feel on my stomach how interested he is. Well, we have been grinding on each other for the last twenty minutes, so what did I expect? He hasn’t really said much but it’s wonderful to just get lost in the sea of bodies and have this hot guy with me.
His embrace tightens and he turns to lead me off the dance floor. Oh no, this definitely isn’t what I had in mind. I shake my head at him indicating that I intend to stay out and dance some more. His tugging becomes more insistent. I look around for Gavin but can’t see him the crowd. I try to shout over the music to the guy who now has a death grip on my waist but he either can’t hear me or is completely ignoring me. I try to push him off hoping that will get his attention. All it gets me is a tighter grip to the point my feet aren’t really on the floor and he is carrying me off the dance floor. Holy shit! Panic courses through me and I think I’m in serious trouble here.
Suddenly the tight arm around my waist is a little more relaxed and I’m back on my own feet. The guy carrying me has stopped moving and he’s trying to look casual, like we were mutually in agreement to leave the dance floor. He tries to step to the side around whatever is blocking his path and finally, I see what stands in front of us. There is Ian Jacobs flanked by two of the largest men I have ever seen and Connor is directly behind them. What the hell? That seems to be becoming my new mantra this week.
“I don’t think the lady is ready to leave the dance floor, sir.” One of the bouncers says.
The guy with his arm on me just smiles. “Oh, I’m pretty sure from the way she was dancing with me just now she’s more than ready to leave the dance floor.”
“Miss , did you want to leave with this gentleman?” Unable to speak at the sight of Ian, I simply shake my head no.
Turning back to my captor, the bouncer goes on, “Sir, I must ask you to let go of the lady and leave the premises immediately. If you cannot comply then we’ll be forced to escort you out.”
Stubble guy looks confused for a moment; he looks down at me like a child who is about to have his candy taken away. After several long minutes his gaze drifts back to the security guards trying to gauge how serious they are. Apparently, he hesitates a little too long because the guards are on him in a second and now he’s the one being carried to the front door.
Ian and Connor continue to stand in front of me. Ian hasn’t said a word and the look on his face is one of pure rage. Is he angry with me or stubble guy? What did I do? I just wanted to dance; it’s not my fault stubble guy couldn’t handle that dancing was all I wanted to do. Seeming to recover, Ian acknowledges me with a tip of his head and a small smile, not the panty dropping one, and walks back toward the VIP section, where I see him join a group of people. Repeat mantra, WHAT THE HELL?
I go up to the bar to order another drink and take a few minutes to bring my heart rate back within a normal range. As the bartender hands me my drink, Gavin appears out of the crowd. “ Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. You started dancing with that guy and then suddenly I
The dance floor is packed and it’s not long before I feel a strong pair of hands come around my waist and turn me toward their owner. Gavin glances at me to make sure I’m okay and I give him a nod looking toward the stranger. He’s cute in a rugged sort of way; looks like he could use a shave but the look works on him. We dance a few songs with his hands at my waist and then they start to slip lower and he uses the leverage to pull me into him. I can tell he’s really interested; no, I can feel on my stomach how interested he is. Well, we have been grinding on each other for the last twenty minutes, so what did I expect? He hasn’t really said much but it’s wonderful to just get lost in the sea of bodies and have this hot guy with me.
His embrace tightens and he turns to lead me off the dance floor. Oh no, this definitely isn’t what I had in mind. I shake my head at him indicating that I intend to stay out and dance some more. His tugging becomes more insistent. I look around for Gavin but can’t see him the crowd. I try to shout over the music to the guy who now has a death grip on my waist but he either can’t hear me or is completely ignoring me. I try to push him off hoping that will get his attention. All it gets me is a tighter grip to the point my feet aren’t really on the floor and he is carrying me off the dance floor. Holy shit! Panic courses through me and I think I’m in serious trouble here.
Suddenly the tight arm around my waist is a little more relaxed and I’m back on my own feet. The guy carrying me has stopped moving and he’s trying to look casual, like we were mutually in agreement to leave the dance floor. He tries to step to the side around whatever is blocking his path and finally, I see what stands in front of us. There is Ian Jacobs flanked by two of the largest men I have ever seen and Connor is directly behind them. What the hell? That seems to be becoming my new mantra this week.
“I don’t think the lady is ready to leave the dance floor, sir.” One of the bouncers says.
The guy with his arm on me just smiles. “Oh, I’m pretty sure from the way she was dancing with me just now she’s more than ready to leave the dance floor.”
“Miss , did you want to leave with this gentleman?” Unable to speak at the sight of Ian, I simply shake my head no.
Turning back to my captor, the bouncer goes on, “Sir, I must ask you to let go of the lady and leave the premises immediately. If you cannot comply then we’ll be forced to escort you out.”
Stubble guy looks confused for a moment; he looks down at me like a child who is about to have his candy taken away. After several long minutes his gaze drifts back to the security guards trying to gauge how serious they are. Apparently, he hesitates a little too long because the guards are on him in a second and now he’s the one being carried to the front door.
Ian and Connor continue to stand in front of me. Ian hasn’t said a word and the look on his face is one of pure rage. Is he angry with me or stubble guy? What did I do? I just wanted to dance; it’s not my fault stubble guy couldn’t handle that dancing was all I wanted to do. Seeming to recover, Ian acknowledges me with a tip of his head and a small smile, not the panty dropping one, and walks back toward the VIP section, where I see him join a group of people. Repeat mantra, WHAT THE HELL?
I go up to the bar to order another drink and take a few minutes to bring my heart rate back within a normal range. As the bartender hands me my drink, Gavin appears out of the crowd. “ Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. You started dancing with that guy and then suddenly I
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