EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court #3) - Rebel Hart Page 0,90
table and held them out to her. “I’ve got plenty up in my booth, if you wanna join me.”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
Everyone apart from me stared in shock as Sicily led the beautiful blond up the flight of stairs and out of sight.
“I hate that it worked,” Avery said.
I just shrugged. “He’s like a cat, that one. You present him with an opportunity, even if it’s razor thin, he’ll make the most out of it.”
“I’ve noticed that about him, actually,” Colette said. “It’s so weird.”
“Well, Sicily’s pretty weird,” Alistair said.
Avery grabbed Alistair’s hand. “Whatever. Let’s go dance!”
Avery and Alistair, and Colette and Jaxon threaded into the crowd and Cherri grabbed my hand and dragged me in as well. Guys immediately started to size her up, so I was throwing glares in all directions as we got further in. Eventually, however, we found a good spot, and Cherri turned to face me. She grabbed my face and turned my attention to her, and her eyes had a seduction behind them.
“Just focus on me,” Cherri said.
It was like she was a witch with insane, supernatural powers. “Yes ma’am.”
The first song we danced to was upbeat and had Cherri swaying her hips back and forth. Her hair flicked around her head, and she laughed and sang along. I wasn’t much of a dancer myself, but grooving along with Cherri felt worth it. The pumps she was wearing gave her ass an incredible lift, and the clothes she was wearing clung to her form like a glove. She held my gaze and sucked me deeper and deeper in, and soon there could have been twice as many people standing on that dance floor and I wouldn’t have known. Cherri was all I could see.
All I cared to see.
After about ten minutes, the music changed to a moody, deep purple, and the music slowed way down. The crowd shifted almost as a unit, closing in on their partners for the smooth, slow song. I slid my hands around Cherri’s waist and set them low on her back and she pulled herself against me. Her hands pressed to my chest and she looked up into my eyes, and I couldn’t resist the urge anymore. I ducked down and brought my lips to hers. Cherri waved her hips forward, sliding against my midsection, teasing me. My lips left hers and slid around to latch onto a spot on her neck.
“Deon,” she sang into my ear, and it sent a rush of chills down my spine.
When I came back to her lips, it was with more passion, sliding my tongue in her mouth and breathing in her intoxicating scent. I wanted so much more of her than I was allowed to take standing in the middle of a public club.
Cherri pulled back, and her eyes fluttered to me. “Wanna give my keys to Colette and get out of here?”
Everything in me tingled at the resonance in her voice. “Like, you have no idea.”
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Cherri
Colette was beyond understanding when I searched her out from the crowd and gave her my keys to drive my car home. “You’ve just been reunited!” she screeched. “Get it girl!”
We exchanged a cheek kiss, and then I sifted my way back through the throngs of people to where Deon was standing at the edge of the dancefloor. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the steamy night. My whole body was already hot and it doubled outside in the summer night. I held up a hand to flag down a taxi, but then Deon pulled on my hand.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said. “Come on.”
We walked away from the curb and made our way down the street away from the club. We crossed the street and continued down the block, and Deon finally stopped in front of one of downtown Postings’ fancier hotels. He pulled on the door and guided me inside, and my heart leapt with excitement. Deon kissed me, then left me standing in the lobby so that he could approach the desk. I was a little surprised to see him pull out a wallet and brandish a credit card, because it didn’t seem like he would have access to those resources yet, but then I remembered a moment between Nathan and I before I went to go and visit with Venom.
“You look tired. Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Nathan said. “I’ve just been getting everything set up for Deon.”