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history of dance moves.
As I felt this, an unwanted memory quickly surfaced of my mum and I in the kitchen on Julia’s wedding night. Men don’t make my stomach dance. They never have. The thought scared me that much that I was actually contemplating going back to Cornwall. Just that split second, an insane notion had me packing up my bags and going home.
Who on earth was this guy, and why in the hell am I letting myself be affected by him so much? That split second thought of running home was stupid. I don’t know this guy and the chances of bumping into him again so soon, was remote… so why am I so frightened?
“You’re a jerk, do you know that?” I’m desperately trying to stand my ground with this guy. If I had to have any kind of an emotion for him, it had to be anger. Judging by the group of girls waiting for him, he is obviously a playboy. That was a red danger sign right there.
“Keep that up, Angel, I may have to take you home with me and never let you leave.”
My eyes bugged right out of my head. My mind screamed “Asshole,” but my body screamed, “Yes, take me now!” He was making me weak.
“I am not your angel. Look, you obviously have company waiting for you and I’m here with my colleagues for a quiet drink. Why don’t you just toodle off and make with your bunnies over there.”
“Toodle off?” he asked, amused. His smile was infectious, but I couldn’t let him see me back down.
“Okay, Angel. I’ll ‘toodle off’, but I want you to know that this thing… ” With a flick of his hand he pointed his finger between him and I. “Isn’t over yet. I’ll see you again, and when I do I will ask you out—and you will say yes.”
I tried to see a hint of a smile, anything just to let me know he was joking—but he was deadly serious. “In your dreams, pal.” I sneered at him and that made him smile.
“I’m sure you will be.” He turned, revealing the most perfectly rounded, pert ass I had ever seen. It was just there and ripe for the touch. All I had to do was reach out and squeeze it. Just that little bit. Just a tiny squeeze.
I had to snap myself out of this. I looked to all the squealing girls and that was all it took to realise how silly my thinking was. He was a player. One to avoid at all costs. “Can you believe that arsehole?” I asked Shelly and Brad.
“Oh yeah, sexy beast lurves ya. What a fucking bummer that must be.” She rolled her eyes again at me and took a swig of her drink, hand on hip.
“Well, I don’t lurrrrrve him. Who does he think he is coming over here being all, ‘I’m going to ask you out and you’ll say yes’, crap?”
“He was a bit forward,” Brad interjected.
“Thank you, Brad.”
“Wow, he really does wind you up, doesn’t he?” Shelly winked at me and I looked over to where Seth the Asshole was. His play bunnies were doing their giggly, drooly thing and it made me feel sick. His eyes still burned a hole in my insides and it made the hairs stick up at the back of my neck. I tingled when he looked at me and I loved it and hated it, all in one mushy, messed up ball of sexual energy. He oozed sex appeal like a prowling lion. I needed to get away from him and fast.
“Hey, I got an idea. I have a bottle of rum at home with our name on it. Instead of staying here and paying for our drinks, why don’t we just go to mine and get it for free?” Shelly looked at me like she wasn’t buying what I was selling. Brad just swigged the remainder of his drink back down and nodded his head. “I’m up for that. Lead the way, Miss Bradshaw.”
We drank what was left of our drinks and I grabbed my bag and coat. I didn’t want to look at Seth on my way out, but I couldn’t help it. The cheeky smile said it all. And then he had the gall to wave his fingers goodbye at me—all the while, he had women clinging from every limb.
Bastard!
Once we
As I felt this, an unwanted memory quickly surfaced of my mum and I in the kitchen on Julia’s wedding night. Men don’t make my stomach dance. They never have. The thought scared me that much that I was actually contemplating going back to Cornwall. Just that split second, an insane notion had me packing up my bags and going home.
Who on earth was this guy, and why in the hell am I letting myself be affected by him so much? That split second thought of running home was stupid. I don’t know this guy and the chances of bumping into him again so soon, was remote… so why am I so frightened?
“You’re a jerk, do you know that?” I’m desperately trying to stand my ground with this guy. If I had to have any kind of an emotion for him, it had to be anger. Judging by the group of girls waiting for him, he is obviously a playboy. That was a red danger sign right there.
“Keep that up, Angel, I may have to take you home with me and never let you leave.”
My eyes bugged right out of my head. My mind screamed “Asshole,” but my body screamed, “Yes, take me now!” He was making me weak.
“I am not your angel. Look, you obviously have company waiting for you and I’m here with my colleagues for a quiet drink. Why don’t you just toodle off and make with your bunnies over there.”
“Toodle off?” he asked, amused. His smile was infectious, but I couldn’t let him see me back down.
“Okay, Angel. I’ll ‘toodle off’, but I want you to know that this thing… ” With a flick of his hand he pointed his finger between him and I. “Isn’t over yet. I’ll see you again, and when I do I will ask you out—and you will say yes.”
I tried to see a hint of a smile, anything just to let me know he was joking—but he was deadly serious. “In your dreams, pal.” I sneered at him and that made him smile.
“I’m sure you will be.” He turned, revealing the most perfectly rounded, pert ass I had ever seen. It was just there and ripe for the touch. All I had to do was reach out and squeeze it. Just that little bit. Just a tiny squeeze.
I had to snap myself out of this. I looked to all the squealing girls and that was all it took to realise how silly my thinking was. He was a player. One to avoid at all costs. “Can you believe that arsehole?” I asked Shelly and Brad.
“Oh yeah, sexy beast lurves ya. What a fucking bummer that must be.” She rolled her eyes again at me and took a swig of her drink, hand on hip.
“Well, I don’t lurrrrrve him. Who does he think he is coming over here being all, ‘I’m going to ask you out and you’ll say yes’, crap?”
“He was a bit forward,” Brad interjected.
“Thank you, Brad.”
“Wow, he really does wind you up, doesn’t he?” Shelly winked at me and I looked over to where Seth the Asshole was. His play bunnies were doing their giggly, drooly thing and it made me feel sick. His eyes still burned a hole in my insides and it made the hairs stick up at the back of my neck. I tingled when he looked at me and I loved it and hated it, all in one mushy, messed up ball of sexual energy. He oozed sex appeal like a prowling lion. I needed to get away from him and fast.
“Hey, I got an idea. I have a bottle of rum at home with our name on it. Instead of staying here and paying for our drinks, why don’t we just go to mine and get it for free?” Shelly looked at me like she wasn’t buying what I was selling. Brad just swigged the remainder of his drink back down and nodded his head. “I’m up for that. Lead the way, Miss Bradshaw.”
We drank what was left of our drinks and I grabbed my bag and coat. I didn’t want to look at Seth on my way out, but I couldn’t help it. The cheeky smile said it all. And then he had the gall to wave his fingers goodbye at me—all the while, he had women clinging from every limb.
Bastard!
Once we
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