Page 58 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Cammie touched my arm, smiling, as if she’d sensed my anger and was asking me to calm down. “You need to take this?”
I glared at the douche and shoved the phone back in my pocket. “Nah. It can wait.”
“So where’s your date?” she asked him.
“Uh…I’m here with a bunch of guys from Mechanics, you know…trying our luck here.” He pointed at the bar with his thumb. “Valentine’s Day is the perfect day for hookups.” His eyes shifted to me. “It’s not really for couples anymore.”
I gritted my teeth, and if it wasn’t for the non-stopping vibration of my phone and Cammie, I would be enjoying rearranging his face right now.
“Well, good luck then,” she said and looked at me. “Care for that dance now?”
I gave the asshole another pointed look. “Sure.”
On the dance floor, I could see him with his friends as they sipped on their sissy drinks at the bar. His eyes lingered on her every two seconds. Then he realized I was watching him and looked away.
The only thing that was keeping me from doing something really stupid was how happy Cammie was swaying in my arms.
However, the asshole never stopped looking, and my phone didn’t stop shaking. As much as I tried to ignore everything and enjoy the night with my girl, the universe was standing against it.
I got my phone out.
Five missed calls and thirteen texts. All from Mama, swearing, demanding me to pick up urgently.
What the fuck was going on?
8. Cameron
When I saw it was Beth calling, I could tell something was wrong. She never called when he was here. “Just answer, baby.”
His eyes narrowed at the guys at the bar for a second, and he seemed to be struggling with something. “Don’t wanna leave you here alone.”
“Dusty, c’mon. They won’t eat me.” I pointed at his phone. “It hasn’t stopped ringing. Must be important.”
“Fine.” He rubbed my arm and got a big wad of cash from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. At least a thousand dollars. “Can you take care of the check so we can go right after?”
“Sure.”
“Thank you.” He placed the money in my hand and darted outside, his phone already on his ear.
I got off the dance floor and waved for the waitress to get the check. As I headed back to the booth, Samuel blocked my way.
“You serious with that guy?” he drawled, shifting on his feet, off-balanced.
Samuel had asked me out once, and I told him I had a boyfriend. We never talked about this again. What the hell was going on with him tonight? Did he not believe me then and now was surprised it was true?
I smirked. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, dead serious.”
“So that’s the kinda guys you like? Puff bad boys?”
“What the… You know what? Never mind. You’re wasted. Go fish for that hookup somewhere else.” There was no point carrying this conversation.
I tried to move past him, but he grabbed my arm. “How about a little dance till he returns? Maybe you’ll change your mind.”
My eyes narrowed at his hand, and then lifted with the best menacing look I could muster. “Take your filthy hand off my arm now.”
“C’mon, Cameron. Just one dance.” The back of his hand slid up along my arm. Then I felt his other hand low on my back, almost on my butt.
I shook him off me. “I said no.”
