After a while, I decide to move closer to get a better view of her. But I still want to stay out of sight.
Tatiana leans against the bar, watching the crowd, still tense and awkward. She moves a little, dancing in time to theheavy beat. The little black dress she’s wearing is covered in sequins that catch the colorful lights and lasers, dancing over her body.
It’s a thin-strapped, tight dress that dips low in front, showing off her gorgeous cleavage and that tiny waist of hers.
I clench my jaw, fully aware that I shouldn’t be watching her in that way. But I can’t help it.
She’s gorgeous, and that night in the pool is still haunting me.
When her drink is finished, she orders another shot. The alcohol must be working, because she’s looking a lot more relaxed than when she first got here.
After the shot, she turns towards the dance floor with a smile on her lips. Slowly, she makes her way through the crowd to an open space near the edge of the dance floor.
Watching her dance is almost like a violation. She has no idea I’m here. She has no idea my eyes are hungrily taking her in.
Her body sways and dips and turns to the beat. The more she dances, the more she lets go, and I can easily see the freedom in her movements, a stress release she’s so desperately needed.
This side of her is new to me, and I admit, I’m really enjoying it.
Waving my hand in the air, I get the barman’s attention and order myself a tequila. I’m going to be here a while if I intend on letting her dance away her stress—and I have no problem with that.
She’s too beautiful, too fascinating—as long as I have my eye on her, she isn’t going anywhere. There’s no harm in letting her have fun. Besides, watching her is as much fun for me.
There are over a hundred girls in this club, and I haven’t even noticed them. She has my full attention. And it’s not only because she is my prisoner. Everything about her is captivating. She’s magnetic to me.
There is a smile on my face as I watch her.
In my mind, I’m going over all the things she’s been doing lately. The pranks, mischievous and playful but never harmful, show her naughty side. The incident in the pool showed her sexy side. The way she never backs down and refuses to let me control her showing her strength.
Everything about her is beautiful in a different way.
Fuck.
No.
I shouldn’t go down that rabbit hole. She is my prisoner, my revenge plan, a means to an end, and I can’t go getting caught up or distracted. I think I need to get her out of here. It’s time to go.
I push away from the bar, annoyed with myself, ready to put an end to this night. My loyalty is to Grig, and every choice I make that leads me away from completing my plan for revenge or getting distracted and delayed is a choice that I’ll have to live with forever.
My jaw is already clenched tightly when I look towards the dance floor, towards her, and see a man hitting on her. The moment I see him reach out and touch her waist, my annoyance triples, and the muscles along my jaw feather with tension.
But my feet stopped. I pause, wanting to see how she will react to his advances.
Why would I care? I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. I can’t bring myself to move forward.
The guy is good-looking, fit, and confident. There is no reason she should turn him down. She’s a beautiful girl, and he’s an attractive guy. My stomach knots as I watch and wait.
At first, she’s polite, turning her back on him and taking a step away, but he follows her. She looks over her shoulder and shakes her head—no. She’s not interested. But he ignores her and slips his hand around her waist, tugging her back against his chest.
She becomes more adamant, pushing him off and turning to glare at him.
He laughs and lifts his hand, touching her cheek, wrapping it around the back of her neck, and tugging her towards him again.
She shoves his hand away, and a sour expression touches his face. Her rejection has annoyed him. And before he can do anything stupid, I’m already stepping between them, cutting in and putting an end to this.
“Hi, gorgeous, did you miss me?” I ask, turning my back on the guy, blocking his view of her.
“Hey, I was dancing with her,” he blurts out loudly, tapping me on the shoulder. I turn to face him fully.
