My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,77
get ahold of me.
But no messages. No calls. Nothing.
Disappoint floods my belly, but I force myself to ignore it.
I came here to have a good time. To have a few drinks, dance, let loose, and celebrate that I’m possibly one step closer to getting the job of my dreams.
Not sit at the bar by myself and watch the time pass me by.
I spot Lena in the center of the dance floor, her long blond locks swaying across her back as she dances with an attractive-looking man in a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer, and she grins up at him, never once stopping the rhythmic movement of her hips.
Within the five minutes I took to pee and grab a glass of water at the bar, she’s managed to hook herself a dance partner. A good-looking one, at that.
I grin to myself, amused by the girl who has managed to insert herself into my life and become one of my closest friends. Thank God for Lena. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without her at this point.
And then, I put on my big-girl panties and head to the dance floor.
It doesn’t take long before I’m losing myself to the music, shaking my hips and raising my hands in the air and just letting go.
I don’t care that I’m by myself.
I don’t care that occasionally I get bumped by my fellow dancers.
I don’t care about anything besides having fun.
Lena grins at me from the other side of the room, and I smile back.
She’s having fun. Her new handsome friend is having fun. And I’m having fun.
Just one big fest o’ fun right here.
By the second song, I’ve officially committed myself to my dancing queen cause.
But by the third song, I’m no longer by myself. Strong hands gently grip my hips from behind and pull me back toward a firm chest. Warm breath brushes my neck as the words, “I thought I’d never find you” fill my ear.
I turn on my heels to find my favorite blue eyes gazing down at me.
Milo.
My heart kicks up in speed, and a smile kisses my lips. “I didn’t think you were going to come,” I say toward him, and immediately, he shakes his head.
“Of course, I was going to come.”
Like he’d never let me down.
Like he wants to be here. With me.
In that moment, with his ocean eyes gazing down at me and his hands pulling me closer, I know I’m in deep. This isn’t just a crush. And I’m not merely falling for this man.
Nope. I’ve already fallen.
Right past infatuation. Barreling away from like. And directly into love.
The realization makes my chest tighten, but Milo doesn’t give me any time to get lost in my thoughts. With a handsome little smirk on his lips, he takes me by the hand, twirls me away from his body, before bringing me right back into the strong embrace of his arms.
I giggle and he grins.
“Let’s dance, kid.”
So, we do.
For five full songs, we shake our asses and move our hips. We laugh and we smile and we dance. Together.
Through each pounding beat, we stay as close as two people can be while they are fully clothed and dancing in the middle of a crowded nightclub.
And God, it feels good.
Letting loose with him. Being with him. Touching him.
Which, I do. I never take my hands off of him.
His firm chest. His strong arms. His warm neck. There isn’t a second that goes by when my fingers aren’t playfully in contact with Milo.
And I’m not the only one.
Not once does he let me go. His hands are always guiding my hips or skimming the curve of my ass or gently running up and down the bare skin of my arms.
We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. I fucking love it.
“I feel like a bastard for not telling you earlier,” he whispers into my ear. “But you look beautiful tonight.”
I look up at him and search his eyes. For what, I don’t know, but I can’t deny there is something resting behind those blue orbs. Something that makes my heart stutter and has my breath getting all tangled up inside my lungs.
God, this man. I’m so in love with him, it’s not even funny.
“Thank you for showing up tonight.” I stand on my tippy-toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you came.”