Page 5 of Allegiance
“So, you made it back. I was pretty sure you’d forget about the food with the stunning company taking up your attention.”
Tank picked up a plate. “Just goes to show you’ve got me all wrong.”
“That’s to be expected since I don’t know you. But, I admit, I thought a pretty face would win out over a full stomach.”
Tank slathered au jus over a piece of roast beef. “The right person with a pretty face would.”
A ghost of a smile played across her lips. “Well said. I suppose I misjudged you.” Arching her brow, she started to walk away.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Youaren’t the only guest at the party. I have a lot of work to do.”
“The least you can do is give me a name before you go. Seems fair.”
“Life isn’t always fair, is it,Drew?”
He gripped his plate a little harder. “That’s not my name—it’s Tank.”
She laughed. “So Drew’s a nickname?”
“Not exactly.”
She looked at the growing crowd behind him. “I have to run. Why don’t you come find me after the party, and maybe you’ll get it.”
He felt like he was being hit by an eighteen-wheeler when she looked down at the white tablecloth and back up at him through her lashes.
“Damn, you’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”
Smiling sweetly, she winked at him. “Is there any other way to be?” With that, she took off.
Damn.With his dick now hard, he quickly turned away and hurried across the room, toward the garden. Finding a seat under the twinkling lights, he leaned back and stared out into the darkness. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore filled his ears and calmed his nerves.
If he had it his way, the sassy brunette would be on her back behind the bougainvillea trees with his head between her legs before they could get to the whole name exchanging bullshit. She was teasing him, and he fucking loved it.
He looked back into the ballroom, knowing it was just a matter of time before Quinn figured out he wasn’t at his assigned seat. Picking up his plate, he moved toward the shadows in the back of the yard, then settled into a wrought iron chair.
He’d stay put until the shindig was over, just to find out her nameandto spend some time with her.
He speared a morsel of beef with his fork and popped it into his mouth. Chewing slowly, he stared at the inky water below.
Game on, darlin’.
