Page 122 of Right Man, Right Time
“Yes,” I answer unapologetically. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“I shouldn’t,” he says, his thumb rubbing along my skin.
“But you do.”
“Yeah, I do.”
His eyes connect with mine, and I just smile at him. “Well, good thing this is a fake arrangement, right? Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.”
Ross enters the VIP section along with the server, who drops off our drinks. Silas didn’t order alcohol, just a seltzer water with lime, while Ross and I both ordered cocktails.
I hop off Silas’s lap and say, “Let’s go dance, Ross.”
He glances at Silas almost as if he’s looking for permission, but I hand him his drink before he can give it. I loop my arm through his and pull him through the curtained area and out onto the dance floor.
“That man is going to eat you up tonight,” Ross says before taking a very large sip of his drink.
“Doubtful,” I say, taking an equally large sip so my drink doesn’t spill when I start dancing. “He won’t act on it.”
“I don’t know about that,” Ross says, glancing over my shoulder. “He’s staring you down right now.”
“Good. Let him stare.”
“So is this something you want? Because the kiss I witnessed in the hallway was more than some fake kiss.”
“Tell me about it. Everything feels so real with him, but he won’t admit to it. He won’t let himself cross that line, and I’m so frustrated with him that I’m ready to piss him off.”
“Oh, like you pissed him off at his sponsor event?”
“Exactly,” I say. “He wants me. I know he does, but he doesn’t think he’s good enough for me, and that’s infuriating. So, let’s see how he feels when I dance with other people.”
“Ollie, please, for the love of God, don’t get the man thrown in jail. It won’t look good for him.”
“I won’t. I’m just going to help him realize exactly what he’s missing out on.”
“I’ll pray for his safety tonight.”
I start moving to the beat as I say, “It’s my birthday, and guess what, Ross? I deserve a freaking treat. And that treat is sitting over there in that VIP section, watching my every move.”
“He truly is . . . like a lion stalking his prey.”
“Good, let’s hope he strikes.”
ChapterSeventeen
SILAS
I dig my fingers into the couch for the tenth time in five minutes as I watch Ollie grind against Ross. All I can think about is how I wish it was me. How I wish I had my hand pressing into her stomach, keeping her close to me, letting her do all of the work.
But my head is screaming at me no.
I’m not in a position to start anything with her.
Not when I’m still struggling with how Sarah broke me.
Not with the new season.
And especially not with the way I want to physically claim her until she can’t fucking walk.
