She hadn’t dared come there since she’d been home. And she sure as heck didn’t want to see him tonight. Gia had assured her Lorenzo was taking the night off. Probably to wine, dine and fuck some tall, skinny bimbo. Not that she cared who he hooked up with. She just didn’t want to have it thrown in her face. She’d loved him, imagined a future with him, only to have her dreams torn apart on her eighteenth birthday.
Shaking off thoughts of her past, she focused on the coming evening, needing to have good thoughts filling her mind before falling into the same old pattern of wanting things she couldn’t have. The reminder almost had her stumbling as she thought of Andrew and his proposal. A tremor moved up her body, quickly subsiding as she saw the place she’d be dancing for the evening.
“This place is awesome, G. I can understand why people line up to get in here.”
Gia caught her in a hug. “I know right. My brothers didn’t spare any expense.”
“You best get your cute ass up here at least once an hour. I’m counting on you to keep me company.” Angel gave Gia a nod before taking her spot for the evening.
“Oh, I will. Count on it, dahling.”
The infectious grin was another thing Angel had missed. If she went through with the marriage to Andrew, she’d miss a lot of things.
Knowing her face was transparent, and more than likely paler than normal, she turned away, pretending she was watching the dance floor. “Go do your thing so you can come dance with me shortly.”
With a nod, Gia bounced off.
Chapter Three
Lorenzo couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was late getting to the club but had every confidence that his baby sister could handle it. They had top-of-the-line security, and lots of them, so if any fights broke out, which didn’t happen often, Gia would be safe from harm. His confidence faded when he saw her best friend, and the bane of his existence, up on one of the platforms, dancing. The way Angel moved, her gorgeous body dressed in little to nothing, enticed every male in the place with a heartbeat.
He stood mesmerized as she moved to the music. If asked, he’d have no clue what song was playing. All he was focused on was the raven-haired beauty as she swiveled her hips, touched her ass to the ground, and then her gorgeous legs spread and closed in time to the beat. If that wasn’t bad enough, she flowed back up in a move so graceful, it reminded him of a snake. Her body was every man’s wet dream come to life, and, judging by the crowd of grown men surrounding her, they thought the same thing.
His head and feet couldn’t communicate while he warred with himself to move.
Her back was now facing the crowd of men he was going to have to kill, and the woman shook her hair out, pulling it to the side, revealing a perfect view of her heart shaped ass in tight leather. Son of a bitch!
The tempo increased. The music became white noise through the roaring in his ears, but he felt the vibrations through his feet, or maybe it was his heartbeat. The DJ had everyone in the club dancing along. Either way, her little derriere was now shifting side to side, speeding up, until all he could imagine was how it would feel if she were to move like that with him buried deep inside her. She’d probably snap his dick off. But damn! What a way to go!
He watched one of the spellbound men step up and try to grab her hips, but she evaded his hand then shook a finger at him, softening the obvious turn down with a smile that made everything in its vicinity bask in her glow.
“Damn, now I’m getting fucking poetic,” he growled, eyes still trained on the petite Cuban woman. Anger and pent-up sexual frustration warred within him.
Hell, yeah, he was angry. She’d been avoiding him for five years. Sure, she smiled and said a polite hello in passing, but not once had she flirted with him like he’d come to expect before that. And, yes, he’d become accustomed to her sweet attentions. It was like a light in her, one that had only lit up in his presence, had gone out. She’d had a crush on him, and, if he was being honest, he’d had many very un-brotherly feelings towards her, too.