Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,15
is Paul. A friend of mine.” So she happened to stress friend a little more than she probably should have, but she wanted it to be clear.
Mason released his grip on Lena and held his hand out for Paul to take. Standing, Paul shook it as Mason shouted over the music, “Nice to meet you, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Paul turned to Shelly with a questioning look, and she just grinned at him, watching as he turned back and told Mason he hoped it was all good. She almost died when Mason replied.
“Oh, yes, Shelly told me you’re nothing but respectful and treat her like she’s very special.”
Shelly heard a chuckle from down the bar and turned to see Josh’s eyes on her as he tried unsuccessfully to conceal his laughter. Raising a brow at him, she tipped her chin up and watched as he lifted his beer to take a sip. His throat mesmerized her as he swallowed, and she felt her thighs twitch.
Stop looking at him, she ordered herself.
Turning back to the three in front of her, she was about to stand up and ask Paul to dance when Rachel bounced out of the crowd and over to them.
“Come on, Paul! You look like you could use some fun! Come dance with me.”
Paul looked over his shoulder to her, and Shelly nodded, trying not to laugh at his worried expression.
“Go, you’ll have fun. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
Rachel grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the sea of people.
Mason moved closer to Shelly and leaned down, asking her with a devious grin, “So, has he put out yet, or is he still making you feel special by waiting?”
Shelly turned her head so her mouth was right over his ear when she promised, “I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut it.”
Standing up straight, he nudged her under her chin, and then grabbed Lena’s hand, who grinned at Shelly as she was tugged into the crowd.
That left her and—oh, terrific—Josh Daniels sitting at the bar.
***
Watching her closely, Josh noticed the minute she realized she was stuck with him. He almost laughed out loud as he watched her turn on the bar stool to face him. Picking up his beer, he finished it as he stood and moved down to sit on the stool vacated by Paul.
He’d told himself over and over that he would not get involved with her. As he slid onto the seat, their knees brushing against one another, he also convinced himself sex did not require involvement.
She turned and picked up her drink, bringing it to her shiny, wet lips to take a sip.
Oh yeah, you don’t need to be involved to hit the sheets.
She watched him over the glass, and her blue eyes lowered in a slow, sensual blink as she seemed to size him up.
“What are you looking at?” she asked boldly.
“There’s only one thing in front of me,” he returned, deciding to forget about his brain and all of its flashing neon warning signals for a minute.
She put the glass down on the bar top, and then made a show of licking her bottom lip. He knew she was one-hundred percent aware of her own sensuality and how to use it to draw his eyes to her mouth as she finished the sexy move by biting her bottom lip.
“And do you like what you see?”
Feeling a grin pull up on his mouth, he nodded. “You certainly aren’t hard to look at.”
Leaning an arm on the bar’s counter, she crossed one of her bare legs, flashing him more of her thigh. His eyes drifted down to look at them, and then came back up to meet her fiery gaze.
“So, why aren’t you dancing, Shelly?” he questioned teasingly.
She let her eyes roam all over him, and he felt them as if they were her hands, stroking over his suddenly very aware body.
“There’s no one to dance with,” she answered him in that sexy voice of hers.
He tilted his head to the side as she reached for her glass again. He watched while she lifted it to her mouth and noticed for the first time how perfect the skin was on her neck. It was a perfect shade of creamy white that he suddenly wanted to suck.
“And what am I?” he finally asked her.
***
Shelly looked at Josh as he sat there with his legs spread and booted feet on the floor, facing her with one arm on the bar while the other