Page 23 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
He chuckles. “I told you there are many perks if you agree to be my bodyguard.”
“And I told you I’m not interested.”
“I don’t take no for an answer, Leo. What will it take to change your mind?” he insists in a dangerous voice, grinding against me. His words hold a warning and… He’s also hard.
I suck in a breath as my dick gives a jerk. Then I freeze, my fight-or-flight response kicking in suddenly.Holy shit, did I just… While he’s refusing to let this go?
Mind racing and heart hammering against my ribcage, I let go of him. Turning around, I push him off me and stare at his dark eyes. They stay firmly on me, intense and hungry as if I am a gourmet dessert he can’t wait to get his hands on.
I like it. I like it too much it freaks me out. No one has ever looked at me this way.
“I’m not going to be your bodyguard,” I breathe out and leg it toward the restrooms.
Fortunately, I find an empty stall. I slip inside and lock the door, leaning my back against it. My ears pound with my pulse. My hands are clammy. My chest feels aboutto burst. Staring at the gray ceiling, I try to regulate my breathing. I focus on slow exhales and deep inhales. Gradually, I come down from the adrenaline spike, my mind slowly clearing.
I need to stay away from Chai or I’m going to regret it, I just know it. My dick taking an interest aside—I can deal with that later—his last words sounded a lot like a threat. Like he won’t give up until I agree. And while there is a flattering aspect to that, I reallyreallydon’t need the headache. I got burned once.
A few minutes later, I’ve calmed down enough. I return to the club’s interior, heading right for the bar as I scan the crowd for Chai. He’s nowhere to be seen. My senses heighten in search of that predatory presence, but I can’t feel that either, so he must’ve left.
Really? Even though he sounded so determined when he said he’s willing to do anything to change my mind?
I shake that thought and the tinge of disappointment away, and join the group of familiar faces at the bar. I don’t see Naomi, but Chris is there, chatting to a bulky guy with a full beard, shaved head and a mesh top.
“Have you seen Naomi?” I ask him, leaning on the counter to the left of the big guy so I can catch Chris’ gaze.
The goth’s bright eyes meet mine, a sly smile on his face. “Yep. Went off with someone a while back. I doubt she’ll be long.”
I wave a bartender over, pointing at the picture of a whiskey and coke on the menu. “I’ll wait for her then.”
As I nurse my drink while music blasts in my ears, I try not to think about my encounter with Chai on the dance floor. But it’s impossible when excitement still thrums in my veins, so I surrender to the slightlyinappropriate thoughts swirling in my head and imagine us dancing again with our bodies pressed against each other.
Chapter 13
Thirty minutes later, Naomireturns, looking all blissed out. I tease her all the way back to IS-Halls, which backfires the moment she asks me what I was up to while she was making a mess of the mermaid cosplay girl.
“Nothing,” I deflect, suddenly interested in the traffic lights timer. It shows twenty seconds.
“Why is that? I thought you had your eye on that redhead?” she says, nudging my shoulder. “Or did she turn you down?Ouch.”
How exactly do I tell her I didn’t even get to approach the girl because I ran into Chai and rubbed my ass against his crotch? And do I omit the part where I didn’t dislike it?
“Well,” I start, which makes her snap her attention to me and narrow her eyes.God, where do I even start?I haven’t told her about Chai, period.
“Oh, this gotta be good. Was she gay? Married? Was her husband/wife there when you hit on her?”
The red light changes to green and we cross the road. It’s just past one in the morning, so there are no cars.Everything is quiet and still and that somehow makes me even more nervous about telling her.
“I ran into this guy…”
“What guy?” She pauses as we reach the dorm.
“You remember that club we went to on the first day? You took me home because I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Yeah, of course I remember. You almost puked on me.”
“I didnot.”
She waves me on. “Whatever. So,whatguy?”
