Memorizing Mace (Twist Brothers #2) - Bex Dane Page 0,13

and rolls his eyes. His hand grips mine tighter as he leans in to get the bartender's attention. He towers over everyone and the bartender is female, so he gets served right away.

As we're waiting for our drinks, I scan the room for anyone familiar. None of this feels like I've seen it before. Not even a little d茅j? vu. Mace could be making this whole thing up, and I wouldn't know. Depending on him makes me nervous.

His possessive hold on my hand, the energy in the club, the way we're dressed, it's all getting to me, and I'm trying hard to remember this is for work because if it wasn't, I'd be enjoying it far too much.

The bartender passes him two drinks, and he finally lets go of my hand to juggle the drinks and his wallet. His drink is a short, cylindrical glass with dark brown liquid in it. No ice. Mine is a vibrant yellow color in a similar glass, but it has a cherry and ice.

"What's this?" I ask as he hands it to me.

"Whiskey sour. Try it." I take the glass from him and he raises his over our heads. "To my arch-enemy, for having fuck-me shoes in her closet ready to go."

It's loud in here, and I'm not sure I heard him right, but oh my word, Mace saying fuck-me in my ear has to be one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced, apart from actually sleeping with him, which is still at the top of that list.

He leans back and takes a sip from his drink. My eyes are glued to his mouth as he swirls it around and his Adam's apple when he swallows. Everything he does is so blatantly sexual, it should be illegal.

I take a small sip of my drink, and the tart lemon takes the bitter edge off the whiskey. "Not bad."

Leaning back with his elbows on the bar, he scans the room. I still don't see anyone I recognize. This entire exercise is a massive waste of time and energy. "I don't think this is working."

He ignores me like he can't hear me over the music, which he probably can't. "We need to draw some attention to ourselves," he says while staring out over my head.

"What? No!" But I'm too late, he's already dragging me out to the dance floor. My drink splashes as I reach to set it down on the bar.

He pulls me through the crowd and stops dead center in the middle. I'm afraid of what he'll do next, but I'm stuck out here with him. A new song comes on and a wicked grin blooms on his face like they're playing it just for him. It's a grungy rock song, and his hips start moving to the vicious beat.

"C'mon. Dance, Lola."

His whole body is vibrating to the music now, and the heat coming off of him is making me sweat. I start to move to the music but only a little, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"Put your hips into it." He makes a circle with his hips.

My cheeks are flaming hot. I never draw attention to myself like this, and Mace is far too comfortable with it.

His hands grab my hips and sways them back and forth. "Think inner lioness." He makes a rawr sound and a tiger claw with his hand. He's ridiculous and also gorgeous. It's very hard to resist him. This is for a job after all. I let my hips go loose and finally start feeling the beat.

"That's it. Woot!"

He takes off his jacket and tosses it into the crowd.

Oh my God, he's crazy.

The chorus of the song says "Porn Star Dancing," and I have to laugh at Mace for picking the perfect song to start stripping in a club. He goes for the buttons of his shirt, and I reach out to stop him.

"Mace, no."

"Why not?" His hands are stronger than mine, and he has his shirt open in seconds. He's pulling it over his shoulders, and I'm flashed with his massive hairy chest, ripped abs, and tattoos. He's a feast for the eyes. Several people have started to watch him now that he's half naked.

And oh my, with his shirt and jacket off, his pants are more visible. I'm trying not to stare, but I think he's half-hard, and I can see the outline of a giant penis in his pants.

He's not self-conscious at all. In fact, I bet he's proud of his penis