Butwhatever. I wanted to dance. So I put my hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer. Camille sneered at my touch and stood her ground—but I knew part of her liked it anyway. And sure enough, once I started moving to the beats, she started moving with me.
Take note, Mr. Wall Street. That's how you do it.
The beat thumped in my body, pounding at the point where my the base of my skull and spine met. I let my thoughts go and let the music come to me. I let raw instinct take over, the same way I do in a game.
Andraw instinctloved it all: the pissed-off smirk she wore at first, like shewantedto run off but couldn't actually convince herself to do it. Or the way she always defiantly pried my hand free from her waist the second I tried to grab her. Or when we got so close, her soft, round breasts brushed against me—and a wave of heat swept over my heart. Or when she whipped her hair about, and whiffs of her dangerously intoxicating scent filled my senses.
Hell. Now I wanted her closer.
I wrapped my hands around her waist. I could span her,allof her, between my large hands. I ran the tips of my thumbs over the softness of her taut belly.
With a scowl, she grabbed hold and peeled my hands off her again. She stood on her toes and shouted in my ear.
“Keep your hands to yourself!”
But I'd be a fool not to notice the conflicted way the tips of her nails glided up and down my chest—like she wasn't sure if she wanted to shred my heart out or grab a hunk of muscle and hold on.
Damn, that's nice.
Our dance might have looked more like a struggle of egos than an actual dance … but I think we were both enjoying it.
Actually, IknowI was enjoying it. Camille had started to tease me, turning around for a brief second to shake her ass right over my crotch. She'd get close, but never touch.
But her tease drove me insane. And sure enough, my cock started to stir and lengthen in my trousers. Did she know? Could she feel it? I didn't know. But my cock grew harder until it was throbbing in the leg of my pants.
Who knew Little Miss Perfect was such a tease?
She did it again; she spun around and did another one of her booty shakes. This time, she got too close, or maybe I leaned too far forward. But she felt me, alright. She pumped her ass against my cock until the realization hit her: what she was feeling wasme.
And I could tell it surprised the shit out of her. She whipped around and jumped backward, her eyes huge with shock over the fact that she'd just felt my dick.
Camille scrambled away, pushing through the crowd to get away from me.
And then I was being pulled in another direction. Four hands grabbed at my suit jacket and pulled me away.
The MeatMarket girls.They pawed at me. “Beau! Where'd you go? We've been looking all over for you!”
But I didn't answer. I just stared, trying to find Camille as she sliced her way through the crowd and disappeared.
I might actually have a shot at that grudge-fuck after all.
Chapter 7
Secret
Camille
Piper was absolutely right—she'd told me if I chatted up a random guy and started dancing with him, Beau would come charging in like an enraged bull.
Honestly? I didn't really believe her. Seeing Beau with his arm around four girls told me all I needed to know about him. If anything, I put Piper's theory to the test,justso I could say once and for all: Piper was wrong about this situation.
So I talked with Herbert. Herbert, the financial analyst who worked at Goldman.
And what did Beau do, once I started dancing with Herbert? Just like Piper said: he came charging over.
Not that it mattered much to me—I was still angry at him. Forallthe reasons.
But seeing Beau get all possessive of me? Seeing him tower over this guy and basically tell him to get lost? God, it was soprimitive,so dumb, and just watching him in that moment gave me a nauseating overdose-of-testosterone.
