money for the dance on the sofa and get out, or I’ll call him in here now,” I warn him. I need him to leave, he’s drugged the air somehow, that’s the only excuse I have for why I’m still turned on.
“I don’t think you want me to leave at all,” Mike says.
“Then you’d be wrong.”
“I don’t think I am. I think you’re wet, and I know you want more, just like I do, Angel.”
“Are you leaving, or do I need to have you thrown out of here?”
Mike stands slowly and it takes everything in me to not back away and hold my ground.
“I’ll leave for now, but you and I aren’t finished, Angel.”
“I think we are. You can leave the money for the dance on the couch.”
He walks toward me and I back up, my body colliding with the booth. Mike doesn’t stop. He keeps coming and my heart jumps up in my throat.
“You can fight this, Angel, but you and I are going to play this out,” he says, thoroughly confusing me. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a roll of money. My eyes widen as he peels some of it off and moves his hand down to the string on my bottoms. His fingers feel heated and firm against my skin. My body tightens and I jerk in his hold as he puts the money under the string.
“There are other dancers here. I’m sure you can find a new play partner,” I tell him when he finally moves his hand away.
“But I don’t want them, baby. I want you,” he says, his voice little more than a purr. With that, he turns and walks away. I can’t do anything but watch him go. I think I might be in total shock. I wait for him to leave, but he stops at the door. “And I should warn you that I always get what I want, Violet. Always.”
He walks out and I just watch the now closed door. I force myself to breathe when I realize that I was holding my breath. And then, as I begin breathing, my heart squeezes in my chest and I feel panic begin to build, because suddenly it hits me.
He called me Violet.
Shit.
13
Mike
It’s cute how she thinks she can avoid me. Avoid us. It’s not going to work, but it is damn cute.
“Are you stalking me?” Violet huffs as she walks to her locker.
“That’s funny, Angel,” I drawl, watching her face color with embarrassment as I use the nickname. “I was just about to ask if you were avoiding me.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Were you trying to hide from me, Vi?”
“You’re not that important, Mikey. Why would I bother hiding from you?” she huffs, opening her locker.
“Are you really going to play that game with me?”
“I’m not playing games. From what I hear that’s more your area of expertise,” she mutters, sifting through her locker and refusing to look at me.
“I do want to play games with you, Violet. I think you’ll like it, too.”
“You’d be wrong,” she says, pulling out an English book and a folder. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to be late for my next class.” She slams the locker door closed, as if that’s the end of any discussion we’re going to have. What will it feel like to experience her fire in my bed?
“But I do mind, Angel. You and I have unfinished business.”
“Our business finished last night when you decided to go full-on freak mode. And just so you know, Mikey, if I get an infection from that bite, I’ll be suing your ass.”
“If only I had time to spank your ass like you’re begging me to do,” I sigh, pushing away from the lockers as the bell rings. “I can’t though, I have practice.”
“You try to touch me and you’ll be missing a limb.”
“That wouldn’t do; you’re going to like the way I touch you. Very soon, Violet.”
“I wasn’t talking about your hand. I was thinking more about the other appendage you’re so proud of. Neither of which, by the way, will ever touch me again.”
“Now, that’s where you’re wrong. But you’re cute. You and I have a date tonight. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up around six.”
“Uh…a date? Are you delusional?”
“You’re going out with me, Violet.”
“No, I’m not. Besides, I have a meeting with the newspaper staff here at the school.”
“Fine, then I’ll pick you up after your meeting. We’re all going out to Spark’s Diner after practice. I want