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I clear my throat, down my whisky, and then get Kelsey’s attention.
“Another. Make it a double.”
Over the next hour or so, I keep having brushes with the swan. I interrupt a conversation she has with another man, we brush past one another as she returns from the billiards room where I catch a whiff of her perfume, I watch her bobbing her head and hips to a song as she eats a canapé in the corner.
I watch her with all the wanting I have in me. And when I see her bobbing to the music all alone when she should be swept across the dance floor in the arms of a man, i.e. me, I give up this game of cat and mouse.
I might be a rooster in her eyes, but here, at the Hill Club, I am the cock of the walk.
She doesn’t need to know who I am or what I do here to feel my confidence and pride pouring off me.
As I cross toward her, her gaze shifts to me as if she is able to feel me coming. I’d like her to feel me coming in so many ways, but I’ll settle for this for now.
She wipes her hand on a cocktail napkin, knocks back the rest of her drink, then dabs her mouth.
“You’re all alone,” I say, planting my feet beneath me and sliding my hands into my pockets.
She looks side to side and shrugs. “Guess so.”
I hold out my hand to her.
She looks at it. “What’s that for?”
I ignore her question and grab her hand.
She does not resist, letting me guide her toward the dance floor at the center of the room.
“What’s going-“
“Has a man never asked you to dance before?”
“Well, usually, they use their words,” she says with a playful, glinting smile.
We find a plot of land on the dance floor.
I adjust to slide my hand around her waist, pulling her only an inch closer to me. I’m not going to give her everything at once. Don’t want to scare the poor girl. “I think you’ll find there’s nothing about me that is usual, Swan.”
Her lips perk up at the nickname. Or name, I should say. I have no other way of referring to her and I’m not about to ask. I want this encounter to remain shrouded in mystery.
Why learn names when we’ll never see each other again, most likely?
We adjust our dancing posture and begin to sway across the floor to the swooning melody the band plays. Our form is prim and proper to start. However, the music makes it impossible to stay apart for too long.
I find our hips pulling together as our eyes remain locked.
We are both silent. And yet so much is communicated. A mutual want. A yearning.
I lean toward her ear. “You’re not letting me lead.”
“I don’t normally dance with strangers,” she says in return. “I have to maintain some semblance of control.”
I chuckle, eyes falling to her pink, glossy lips. “With me, you don’t have to worry about loss of control.” I congratulate myself for that one.
Except she laughs. Loud. Head thrown back.
People look at her. And what a sight she is.
“My god, you’re a flirt, aren’t you?”
My mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out what to say.
“You say that to all the girls, I bet.”
She has my number down pat. My charms and platitudes aren’t going to work against her if I remain cliché. “I don’t talk to girls, I only talk to women.”
“I bet you say that one too.” Her gaze scans the dance floor around us.
I clutch her hand tighter in mine, her warm palm sending sparks through me.
I spread my hand across her lower back as I pull her hips closer to mine.
She doesn’t resist. Which means even though she’s giving me shit, she still wants this.
“Have you seen me dancing with anyone else tonight?”
“Do you think I’ve been watching only you tonight, Phoenix?”
I grin. “I know you have.”
Her determination falters only a little, but I’ve been watching her enough tonight that I can catch all of her minute emotions.
“I’ve felt your eyes on me since I walked in.”
“You say that as if you haven’t had your eyes on me.”
I shake my head. “No, no. The difference between you and me, Swan…” My hips brush against her and my half-hardened cock goes full tilt to an erection. I’m not even embarrassed.
The smile on her lips tells me everything I need to know.
I lean again toward her ear, this time letting my lip brush up against her dangling pearl earring. “I’m not afraid to admit when I’ve been watching.”
Swan holds her breath. Waiting with anticipation for me to speak.
“And I’ve been watching you very closely.” I press my hips into hers. “Waiting for the right moment to come get you.”
This is the make-or-break-it moment. If she’s a runner, this will be too intense for her. She’ll skitter off and hide in the dark recesses of the party until she can make her exit, or she’ll sic the man she was flirting with earlier on me as some sort of defense.
Except when he realizes who I am, he’ll back down.
However, Swan doesn’t pull away. She draws her face toward mine. Our mouths are only inches apart.
“So, now that you got me…” she murmurs. “What are you going to do with me?”
If I lean in and kiss her, my fate is sealed for the night.
My mind races. I have so many ideas I don’t know where to begin. Kiss her, touch her, fuck her into oblivion.
Devour her.
Wreck her.
I don’t get a chance to even give her a friendly peck when I’m interrupted by an intent tapping on my arm. “Dylan!”
Seth. I grimace. “Excuse me for a moment, would you?”
Against everything my body wants, I release my swan and turn around to face Seth Vance, Solomon’s son.
Well, stepson. Although that doesn’t matter. Solomon treats him as the son he never had.
Seth’s got a look on his face that has me worried.
“What is it, Seth?”
“It’s Solomon,” he says, pain in his blue eyes. “I don’t know what happened, but he’s tripping. Hard. Like, hallucinating.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you know what he had to drink?”
“No, but I think Quinn Puckett’s daughter-“
“Carina,” I growl. Carina Puckett is notorious for having her boutique “candies” at all the parties, aka hallucinogens and party drugs. I’m sure Solomon mistook one of her little “mints” for a real candy and is now doubled over staring into a light thinking it’s a star person. “Where is he?”
“Upstairs bathroom.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a second. Let me-” As I turn back to Swan, I’m stunned to find the space on the dance floor before me empty.
I look around.
She’s gone. Disappeared just as quickly as she arrived in my life. I’m used to being abandoned, but not by women. I’m the one that abandons them.
It’s not something I’m proud of, a bad habit I’ve never managed to wipe away.
