Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,53
seemed to crackle any time our eyes met, or our bodies touched. I moved my hand around her waist, holding her and leading her into a nice dance so she could get comfortable. After a few minutes, she seemed to break out of her shell.
She tilted her chin up with a mischievous and confident smile. “Challenge accepted.”
Within moments, she was dancing without a care in the world, and I was moving right along with her. She was owning the dance floor with her moves and that dress. And she said she was afraid of what people might think of her dancing? She had nothing to worry about. Laney was sexy as hell. I remembered Miles calling her “hot” or “sexy” or something like that. Hell, the son of a bitch was right.
After a few dances, I led her back to the bar. “Hey, I’ll be right back. Do you want me to order another drink?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine for now. Thanks.”
“All right. See you in a few.” I excused myself to the bathroom. The drinks had gotten to me, and I needed to take a piss.
When I walked out of the bathroom, my blood boiled.
A guy was at Laney’s side, wearing an expensive suit, sleek purple shirt, and tie. What kind of guy wore bright purple like that? A fucking pimp? He needed a feather cap. He flashed a mouthful of perfect white teeth at her and leaned down to say something in her ear. My chest burned when she smiled back. I swore under my breath when she handed him her phone, likely to exchange numbers. Hearing about her dating was one thing. I could even tolerate the distant memory of a guy she dated in college. Or this Tinder doctor she’d been hooking up with. But watching it? Fuck that! It was a whole other kind of poison, and one I wasn’t the least bit fond of. Hell no. I wasn’t standing for this shit.
I marched my ass straight toward the bar, intent on laying down the law and letting the dude know Laney was with me, but as soon as he saw me coming, he left in a hurry. Asshole.
I took my seat and was about to order a shot when Laney interrupted me.
“Come on, Mr. Humphries. Dance with me.” She grinned.
I chuckled, sliding down from the stool and placing my hand in hers. “What happened to your friend?”
She glanced back over her shoulder, wrinkling her nose. “Who?”
“Purple shirt guy.”
“His name is Kyle,” she said on a laugh. “He’s a dentist. I told him I wanted to dance the next slow song with you.”
“Good decision.” I held my hand out to hers and led her back to the dance floor. “Looks like I can’t leave you alone for two seconds.”
Laney smiled, and it touched me. I’d never seen that look on her face, the way she looked at me. Surely, she had to be used to all kinds of compliments. Had no guy ever told her what a catch she was?
“Tonight, all dances belong to me,” I rumbled into her ear.
It felt comfortable and easy. Of course it did. Hadn’t that always been one of the things I loved about her?
Pulling Laney close, I could hear her breath hitch as she rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. I placed my hands on her hips, leading her through the dance, but I needed her closer, to feel her body pressed to mine. This wasn’t enough. Reaching up, I clasped one of her hands in mine, stepped back, and spun her around. She smiled and gasped as I pulled her flush against me, feeling every delicious curve of her body. Laney hadn’t been expecting it, and that was my intention. I caressed her cheek, and she leaned into my palm, tilting her head up toward me. Our eyes locked. Our lips were inches apart, and I wrapped one arm around her waist, the other tangled in her hair at the base of her neck, leaning in to kiss her. But the song came to an end, Laney’s knee’s buckled, and I steadied her on her feet. She stared at me, her gaze questioning.
And we snapped to like we were waking up from a dream. But it took us a moment to separate. We stood there like two kids at prom.
“Ready to go home?” I cleared my throat before I asked the question. “I’ll call us a cab.”