Page 121 of Right Man, Right Time
I pop my hip out and cross my arms. “So you’re telling me you’ll go to a dance club with me and Ross and dance?”
“I didn’t say I was going to dance, just that I’ll go with you.”
Well, this ought to be fun.
If there is one way to get this man to change his mind about our situation, to give in to the way he feels about me, it’s having him watch me dance with other people. I want more with him, but it seems like the only way I can break him is to flaunt myself and make him so rabid with jealousy that he has no choice but to claim me.
Maybe this will turn out to be in my favor after all.
“Okay.” I smile. “Let’s go.”
He eyes me, probably trying to gauge where my head is at, but I just smile at him and move myself to the passenger side of the car. This time, he allows me.
He wants to be stubborn? Fine, let’s see if I can crack him.
* * *
Silas presseshis lips together when he scans me one last time as we head into the club. I can still remember the look on his face in the car when I disrobed from my sweatshirt and showed off my shirt underneath. The only way I can think to describe it is what Sandy fromGreasewore in the last scene, with the off-the-shoulder sleeves but with no bottom half. So my entire torso is on display. And boy, oh boy, did Silas give me a look. I loved every second of it.
When we enter the club, the music filters through my veins, and all I want to do is go straight to the dance floor, but because Silas is who he is, we’re directed to a roped-off VIP section guarded by bouncers. I’ve never been in one of the suites that overlooks the entire club, but they’re nice. Cushioned seats, a server, privacy if you need it.
“Mr. Taters, if you need anything, please let us know.”
“Thank you,” Silas says. “I think just those drink orders. And I believe Levi Posey and some friends will be joining us shortly.”
“Of course,” the host says before taking off.
Ross turns toward Silas and says, “Is Ian Rivers coming?”
“I think he might be.”
“Dear Jesus. Is he bringing his partner?”
Casually, Silas says, “According to Posey, Ian isn’t involved anymore. I checked for you.”
Ross shrieks and turns toward me. “I need to go to the bathroom to freshen up.” He kisses me on the cheek and takes off, leaving me alone with Silas who takes a seat on the bench and stretches his arm across the back.
When we make eye contact, he motions with his finger for me to join him, so I do, but instead of taking a seat next to him, I straddle him and sit directly on his lap. His hands fall to my hips, and he wets his lips as he stares at me.
“You know . . .” I trail my fingers up his stark black shirt. “You never actually told me happy birthday.”
In probably the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard, he says, “Happy birthday, Oliana.”
“That’s better,” I say while I move my finger to the open part of his shirt. “So you invited some of your guys to join us?”
“I did.”
“And did you do that so you can touch me without having to hold back?”
His jaw grows tight.
“Because you know, you’re free to touch me whenever you want. You don’t need people around to do it.”
His jaw ticks before he says, “I invited them to fill up the space in here, and I know they’d want to celebrate after the win. Plus, it seemed like Ross was really interested in Ian.”
“He is. You should have seen him.” I run my finger over Silas’s pec. “He was a true fanboy out there. Pretty sure I witnessed a hockey fan being born tonight. And he made friends with the guy next to us, even exchanged numbers so they can talk hockey. I can’t wait to see how he acts when Ian gets here. That was sweet of you.”
“I’m sure Ian will be happy about it too.” His hand comes up to my rib cage. “Were you going to go out in this without me?”
