Two hours later, we were sitting at a table in Luke's bar with Trey and all of his friends. Only one of the guys had a girlfriend so I had five available guys sending me looks every few minutes. This might get interesting. I definitely wasn't lacking a dancing partner. I was wearing a short red skirt, black halter top, and tall black heels. My blond hair was half pulled back and long curls fell down my back. Hannah was smoking hot next to me in a short red dress and silver heels.
“I'm glad you talked me into this.” I leaned in next to her.
“Yeah, it took a lot of convincing,” she teased. “Now who is he?”
“There isn't a he, I swear.”
Right as I finished the sentence, Luke was at my side and holding a bottle of wine. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel the goosebumps on my arms start to pop up.
“Ladies.” He nodded to the bottle in his hands. “I heard you ordered a bottle of wine.”
“You know it.” Hannah grabbed the bottle from his hands. “Thanks Luke.”
He stared at me for a minute longer as if trying to decide if he should say what he was thinking.
“Do you have to work all night?” I asked trying to break the awkward silence.
“I usually do.” He kept staring at me. “Have fun. Drink that stuff slowly. If you need a ride later, come and find me.”
With that, he walked away, leaving me in a state of what the hell and why is he so confusing. I definitely needed a drink now.
Three glasses down, and I wasn't feeling a thing. Stupid wine had no affect on me.
“Let's dance.” I grabbed Hannah's hand and headed for the dance floor.
“Are you coming?” I heard her yell back at the table.
As soon as were in the middle of the floor, we began moving to the beat. Trey joined Hannah, and one of the guys from our table decided to join me. I couldn't have said his name out loud if my life depended on it. Oh well, he was dancing pretty well. Within four songs, my head became lighter and our bodies became closer. He ran his hands up my sides, and I made no reservations about running my hands over his chest. When the song ended, I felt another arm wrap around my waist and pull me to the side of the dance floor.
“Luke, what the hell!” the guy yelled.
I looked up to see Luke extremely pissed and fuming ahead as we walked to the back of the bar.
“What are you doing?” I tried to wiggle out of his grip.
“Stop trying to fight me.”
“Stop pulling me away from my friends.”
We walked into what I assumed was his office, and he slammed the door shut. Releasing me, he ran his hands through his short hair and rested them on the top of his head. He let out a few deep breaths before looking at me. The lines in his face were etched in fury, and I realized I had no escape since he was standing in front of the door.
“What in the hell was that?” he demanded.
“Are you insane?” I was getting mad. “You hardly know me and have barely spoken to me since I got here. How dare you bring me back in this room and ask me questions?”
“Are you dating Tommy?”
“Who is Tommy?” I asked.
He let out a menacing laugh that made me question whether I should be mad or scared.
“The guy you were grinding all of over, that's who.”
I stood there in silence letting his words run over and over in my head. Was he jealous? I hadn't heard from him since last Sunday, and now he's fuming in front of me.
“Why are you so mad?” I asked.
“You're better than that guy,” he answered.
“And you know that because...”
“You just are.” He shook his head, and I watched as his features softened.
He took two steps toward me until we were only inches apart. My chest heaved up and down as he moved one hand up and placed it in the hair behind my neck. I tilted my chin up to look at him, wondering how all of this was happening. His lips were only a few inches from mine, and I wanted him to kiss me. Oh, I wanted him to kiss me bad. I instinctively ran my tongue over my bottom lip which caused him to hiss out a breath.
We were both frozen in each other's eyes, daring the other to make the next move. Before the gap was closed between us, the door swung open, and I heard a female voice.
“Luke, we need you up front,” the girl said. “A couple of guys are starting a fight at the pool tables.”
He dropped his head and stepped back, running his free hand over his face. I took the moment to gain back all composure that I had lost in that small office.
“Did you hear me?” she asked. “Luke?”
“Yeah, I got it.” He dropped his hand from my neck and interlocked it with my hand. We began to walk out of the office and back into the bar.