Page 5 of Wicked Dares
It takes me a moment to catch myself and school my thoughts. I look away, guiding my gaze back to the DJ booth. I slow my breathing then take a quick sip of my drink. My mind must be doing a number on me. Or I’ve had too much to drink—though I’m nowhere near my limit.
I didn’t come here to ogle anyone, least of all a gorgeous guy who looks like he was made to cause trouble. I should know better.
Men who look like trouble usually are.
But…
I can still feel his eyes on me and that pull of fascination still has a hold on me.
Against my better judgment, I glance over my shoulder, meeting those piercing eyes again. I can’t see what color they are from here, but they seem light. I imagine them to be a light blue.
The corner of his mouth slides into a seductive smile. Liquid heat uncurls low in my belly, tightening my stomach, and I realize my skin has gone hot under the silk of my mask.
My pulse skips stupidly hard for a man I don’t know and absolutely shouldn’t trust on sight alone.
And damn it, the problem of not being able to look away screws with me again.
This is simple. I just need to go back to dancing and ignore him. Or better yet, I could leave now.
I wanted to dance for a little longer before heading home, but perhaps it’s best to cut that plan short. I’ve had a great time tonight. I don’t want to do anything to spoil it.
With that in mind, I tear my gaze away again and make my way back to the booth, weaving through the crowd of dancers.
Alexis notices me approaching and stops talking to her guy.
I’m about to take the steps up to her, but someone clutches my arm.
Stunned, I turn and find myself face to face with the gorgeous man who was staring at me.
My pulse trips, stumbling over itself before picking up in a rhythm I don’t recognize. Then we stare at each other for one reckless heartbeat.
I was right. His eyes are light blue, almost a silvery blue. And he’s not just gorgeous. He has a dangerous beauty that almost hurts to look at. It doesn’t help that I have to tip my chin up to meet his gaze.
Up close he seems taller, towering over me, even in my heels that lift me four inches above my usual five four.
“Don’t tell me you’re leaving,” he says in a rich baritone, smooth as velvet, tempting as sin.
My lips part, and my gaze flicks between his hand resting on my arm and those piercing eyes locked on me.
“Actually, I was.” I find my voice.
He releases my arm and his grin widens, unleashing irresistible dimples. The grin looks practiced.Weaponized, even. I find myself wishing he didn’t have a mask on. I’d like to see the rest of his face.
Dangerous thoughts, Piper.Come on now.
This is exactly how bad ideas start. With beautiful things.
Curiosity killed the cat. There’s nothing to stop it from screwing me over, too.
“That’s a shame. I was going to give you a dare.” Mischief lights up his eyes.
“I have to go, so that kind of takes me out of the game.”
“That’s true, but as one of the club’s owners, I could bend the rules for you and pretend I didn’t know that.” His smile turns up a notch.
My interest piques. “You own the club?”
“I do.”
