Page 21 of Summer Heat
“Lexie’s on the dance floor,” Luke said, stopping Kade’s retreat with a hand on his shoulder.
Except that.
Kade drew a deep breath and turned around, wanting to see Lexie in a different atmosphere than work. Ignoring the triggers around him, he followed Luke through the crowd and toward the center of the club. Music pulsed around him, adding to the feeling of overcrowding in his brain, but he pushed on, expecting to see Lexie with the other women from the office. Instead he found her in the arms of another man.
Kade blinked against the flickering glare of the lights, trying to process the view. Lexie, his Lexie and personal assistant, dressed in a black leather skirt that ended mid-thigh and a tight red top with her breasts near to bursting out, moved like a goddess to the music. All rational thought fled from his brain as he watched her gyrate her hips and shake her curves against a surfer dude with wandering hands.
“Go easy,” Derek said, standing beside him.
Kade shot him a dirty look. “Would you?”
“When you put it that way, far be it for me to get in the way now that you finally realized what you want.”
“Maybe he should say who,” Luke added, both their voices loud to accommodate the pounding music.
Kade ignored them and strode onto the wooden dance floor, headed straight for Lexie. Just as he reached her, the song changed to one with a faster beat. She squealed in delight, looking up at the ceiling and lifting her arms in the air, swaying to the song.
Before her partner could grab her around the waist, Kade stepped between them.
“Kade!” Lexie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him.
Things had been strained between them all week, so between the exuberant greeting and the glassy look in her eyes, Kade figured she’d been drinking. Which gave him a legitimate reason to get her off the dance floor and away from this guy.
“Let’s go,” he said to her.
“Hey!” Surfer Dude folded his arms across his chest, taking a stand. Too bad for him, Kade was bigger, bulkier, and had too much invested to back down easily.
“Casey, meet Kade, my big old mean boss,” Lexie said, oblivious to the pissing contest about to take place.
Yep, she was drunk, Kade thought, amused despite himself.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Surfer Dude informed him.
Lexie looked up at Kade with big blue eyes. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her hips still moving in time to the music, her generous breasts swaying to the beat.
His cock couldn’t help responding, and he grew hard in an instant. “I’m taking you home,” he informed her.
“Hey.” Surfer Dude shoved him hard. “Don’t you listen? I said she’s—”
“With me,” Kade said, getting into the guy’s personal space. “And don’t fucking touch me.” He glared at the other man with a look that had most people cowering. One he’d perfected as he’d learned to box and worked out enough to overcome the geekiness of youth. “Now unless you want trouble, as in your teeth all over this floor, walk away now.”
“Kade!” Lexie said, outraged.
Casey raised both hands in defeat. “Fine. She’s not worth it,” he muttered before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
“I lost my dance partner,” Lexie said, pouting, her pretty hot pink lips turned downward in a frown.
Kade wanted to seal his mouth over hers and nibble on those plump lips until she opened for him and he could taste her sweetness.
Before he could do just that, she grabbed him around the waist.
“Dance with me!” She moved to the music, her soft body pressed sweetly against his, her belly flush against his now raging erection.
Kade was many things, but a
dancer wasn’t one of them. The crowds were getting to him. The noise was causing a beat throughout his system that was ramping up his nerves. And the lights made him feel out of control. None of which he liked. All of which had resulted in problems in the past.
He needed to get the hell off the dance floor and find a quiet corner to calm the fuck down. He needed to be alone with Lexie.
