“No,” I answer again, deadpan. I can’t even pretend to be interested, in fact I’m being quite rude. Ben flashes me a dirty look; he’s obviously interested here. I frown as I rub my eyes—where the fuck is Adrian? He drags me here then pisses off, fucking typical.
“So you live in America?” she asks. I nod as I take a sip. This is unbearable. I’m going to the bar, as anything is better than sitting here with this idiot. I stand and walk to the bar without an explanation. I’m not going there. Ben is on his own with this one. Adrian finally appears through the crowd and walks over to me. He takes my drink from me and sips my Cointreau. I scowl at him, and he gives me a devious smile over the rim of the glass.
“Natasha’s here.”
My eyes go wide. “What,” I snap. “Where?”
“Downstairs dancing.” Before I can stop myself, I am striding towards the stairs. Adrian is running beside me like the personal assistant that he is.
“Did she see you?”
“No,” he shakes his head. My heart has started racing at just the mention of the fucking bitch’s name. I stop on the stairs and Adrian runs into the back of me.
“Ow, what are you doing?” he snaps.
I turn to him, “Did you know she would be here?”
“No, I hoped,” he smiles. “Bridget told me they often come here.”
“When?”
“At the wedding.”
I tilt my head. “Why?”
“Because you haven’t slept or eaten since we saw her in the restaurant on Tuesday. And you’re a total nightmare to be around.”
“Fuck off. Excuse me if I don’t want to play happy families with her new boyfriend.”
“He’s not her boyfriend, I already told you this. Who do you think you’re speaking to? I know you better than anyone,” he snaps back.
“Fuck off,” I mutter as I continue down the stairs, two at a time. We arrive at the lounge next to the dance floor and I go straight to the bar. I’m not up for this shit tonight. I need another drink to temper my sexual attraction for her before it becomes an addiction. Whatever you call it, it’s a fucking nightmare. Adrian comes up beside me. I can’t even look at her—my nerves are shot.
“Do you see her?” I ask softly, as I keep my eyes face forward.
“Yes,” he smiles. As I hand him his drink he points with his chin. “She’s over there with Bridget and another blonde girl.” He cranes his neck and does a low whistle, “Fuck, she looks hot, Josh.” With that comment I can’t help myself, I have to look. I turn to see her laugh out loud with a carefree flick of her hair and my insides melt. I love the way she laughs. I miss the way she laughs. Those dimples do me in, every time. She’s perfect, my eyes swipe down her from head to toes. Looks hot is the understatement of the year—she looks fucking edible. My cock immediately twitches to attention. Why in the hell does she affect me like this? She’s wearing a tight dress that shows every curve on that beautiful body, and those tits. I haven’t seen her dressed like this before—she’s asking for it. Actually she may be begging for it by the end of the night, either that or begging me to stop. I smile as that thought crosses my mind. My eyes drop as her long muscular legs demand my attention in those sky – high boots. Boots that belong around my ears while I bury myself deep inside that beautiful tight… This isn’t good. I rub my face and turn back to the bar. Seriously fucked–up shit going on here. This is unbearable. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something that I will regret. Something that will entail her being bent over the bar while I take her from behind. Hard. Where did that come from? I rub my forehead as a cold sweat breaks my brow. I can feel my willpower slipping inch by inch, moment by moment. The brain in my cock overtakes the gears of my brain, too much blood in one part, not enough in the other. Shit.
“Go and talk to her,” Adrian urges.
“Are you kidding? No.” I glance back as she turns her back to me and starts to dance. God that ass, fuck me. What I could do to it. My cock gets harder. This happened at the wedding, and the last time I saw the bitch. Just the sight of her and I could orgasm. My heart starts racing again at the thought of what sex would be like with her. Fuck, it’s almost primal. My eyes flick back again, the urge of ownership over her that fills me is disturbing. I need to go home before I drag her kicking and screaming out of here.