He grinned, and visibly relaxed. “Thank fuck.”
I stood and moved closer to him. His musky scent filled the room and did things to me I wished it didn’t. I did my best to ignore it; I had something else that he needed to hear and I didn’t want to be distracted. “I meant it when I said I’m the friend who will always be honest. I look out for my friends, Nash. And I only want the best for them.”
His grin sobered but he didn't shut down on me. “I know.”
I pushed him. “Can you handle that?”
He took a moment but he nodded and murmured, “Yeah.”
I smiled. “Good.”
It was a charged moment; there was a shift in our relationship and I felt it strongly. By the look on Nash’s face, he’d felt it too. But it was clear that neither of us knew exactly what it was or what to do with it.
Eventually he blew out a breath and took a step backwards. “I’ve got to go. We’re good, right?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
He nodded and then he left. And I slumped down into my chair, overtaken by confusion. What the hell just happened?
Chapter 7
Dayum, Baby ~ Florida Georgia Line
Nash
Fuck.
I had to get out of here.
Now.
I’d salvaged my friendship with Velvet but what the fuck had I just gotten myself into? There was a reason I didn’t do relationships with women; they demanded more than I was willing to give. And, fuck, I’d just thrown all my rules out the window for Velvet. I hadn’t been able to stop myself when she’d pushed me for more. Christ, I’d just gone in there to say sorry, but somehow she’d found a way to break my resolve. Up until now we’d just been casual friends; now it felt like we’d gone past that boundary.
I’d hightailed it out of there pretty damn fast and was now at a loss as to what to do. I’d planned on kicking back at the club tonight, but I needed to put some distance between me and Velvet. I was heading towards the front door to leave when a blonde approached. Her hand snaked out and landed on my chest. “Nash, where are you going?” she purred.
My dick stirred but I wasn’t interested. What the hell? She was hot and just what I needed tonight, but I wasn’t feeling it. “Heading home, babe,” I replied as I removed her hand.
She wiggled her hand out of my grasp, and went in for the grope. I still didn’t want her, and pushed her hand away. “Sorry darlin’, I’m not interested tonight.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re always interested. I’ve never heard of you saying no.”
She said it like an accusation and my dick certainly took it as one. You’re fucking letting the team down here, he screamed at me.
“Yeah well, not tonight. I’ve got other things to take care of tonight,” I muttered. Like a stern talking to myself about rejecting women who clearly wanted to be fucked.
“I could come over after you’re finished with that,” she offered.
Christ, couldn’t a man say no in peace? I wouldn’t know because I’d never done it but surely there were men who did that shit all the time. I changed tactics. Smiling lazily at her, I suggested, “Not tonight, darlin’ but maybe another time.”
She moved closer to me and rested her palm on my chest again. “Well that would be fun too, but I’d really like you to fuck me tonight. I’ve heard ah-may-zing things about your talents.”
Fuck me! This chick had it all happening and was all over me, and I still felt no desire to go there with her. My mind went into overdrive; what the hell caused this shit to happen to a man? In my thirty-five years, I’d never once had lack of interest issues.
I started to move away from her when a hand curled around my bicep and a warm body pushed itself into my front. “Nash is with me tonight. Sorry, hon.”
And at that sultry voice, my desire jumped to attention.
Velvet.
She had her arm around me, and was engaging in some kind of girl warfare with the other chick. I waited to see where this all ended up.
Finally, the chick huffed out a breath and muttered something under her breath about sluts and strippers that I didn’t quite catch before she turned and stalked away from us. Velvet loosened her hold on me a little and turned to look up at me. I raised my eyebrows at her but didn’t utter a word. I was still mentally dealing with my malfunctioning desire.
“What?” she asked, her eyebrows raised back at me. “You needed rescuing so I rescued you.” She let go of me completely, and the pussy in me wanted to reach out and pull her back.
I nodded. “Thanks, sweetheart. Means a lot to me.” The words dribbling out of my mouth were not in my control. Nothing I was saying or doing was in my fucking control tonight.
She gave me a strange look that I couldn’t comprehend and then said, “Sure thing. But you should go now before she tries to latch on again.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” I muttered, and then exited the club before I fucked anything else up tonight.
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