It didn’t help that I was completely aware of Craig in the background, watching the show I was putting on. I could feel his stare burning into me. I could feel him judging me.
Needing a break from the acting, I excused myself and made my way through the busy bar toward the restrooms. I’d just walked through the door to the hallway of the restrooms when it swung open behind me, and a hard grip clamped around my bicep.
I jerked in shock, looking over my shoulder to find my captor was Craig. “What—”
“Quiet,” he growled unhappily as he took a key out of his pocket and opened the locked door to the disabled toilet.
“Craig!” I yelped as he shoved me none-too-gently inside. He followed me and slammed the door shut behind us, snapping the lock in place. My heart was thudding in my chest. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” His eyes flashed in anger. “What the hell are you doing?”
Too tired to pretend I didn’t understand his question, I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance. “What I’m doing is none of your business!”
“I guess you made that quite clear when you disappeared last weekend.”
Guilt suffused me. “I admit I should have said good-bye.”
He snorted in derision. “Is that your apology?”
“It’s the only one you’re getting,” I snapped.
Stay out of this! I don’t need this from YOU!
Craig’s eyes narrowed speculatively. “When you told me you were going to get revenge on that arsehole out there I think I mistook just how determined you are. I mean, there aren’t many women who’ll spread their legs for revenge.”
His words cut me wide open—hurt piercing right through my chest—and in that moment I knew I’d been right in my decision to stay away from this man.
Something in my expression caused regret in his. “Rain,” he murmured, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I didn’t mean that.”
“Let me out of here.”
“Rain—”
“Let me out of here!” I stormed toward him, all of the fury I felt toward Angus suddenly transferring to Craig.
He took hold of my arms and I struggled to release myself from his touch. “Rain—”
“Don’t touch me,” I spat, shrugging out of his hold. “Let me out of here. Now.”
“So you can go back out there to that smarmy git?” He grabbed me and hauled me against his chest, causing the breath to leap right out of me. “If you have no intention of sleeping with that arse then you are playing a dangerous game.”
“Of course you’d assume that I’d use sex to get what I wanted.” I curled my lip in disdain as I stared up into his handsome face. He was too close. Much too close. “Let me go.”
His grip tightened and I found myself spun around as he pressed my back to the door. “What else is any man supposed to think when you’re out there flirting your arse off with that guy? And here I thought you didn’t flirt.” His breath puffed against my lips.
“I only do it on special occasions,” I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You need to stop,” he said. “How far are you willing to take this?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“That’s funny . . .” He pressed his hard body into mine and I sucked in a breath at the thrill that rippled over me. “Because it certainly feels like my business.”
“Craig.” I tried to plead as lust and desire fogged my brain. “Please, just leave me alone.”
“But I can’t seem to help myself,” he murmured seconds before his lips brushed gently over mine.
My mouth tingled at the soft whisper of a kiss.