"Yeah, that Milan sure is wild. When are you planning on taming that one?"
"I'll break her eventually. It's just a matter of time. I'm warning you, though; Mia may not be as wild as Milan, but she's got plenty of admirers to take her for a walk on the wild side. I better go check on my date. Keep your dick in your pants while I'm gone, Mitchell."
Walk? Hell, I'd take her for a ride on the wild side. Trapping her mile-long legs around my waist and driving into her hard and fast. Or even better, I'd drape those sexy thighs over my shoulders as she rode my face and I feasted on her.
Jesus, I need to get a grip. It feels like an ice age since I've had a woman. Especially someone like Mia. A woman like her could lead a man straight into temptation with her delicious curves. I nursed my scotch, my eyes never straying from her. Mia threw back her head and laughed, and her sultry, dark-brown eyes locked with mine. The come-hither look she aimed at me nearly knocked me off my chair.
Where’d she learn that fuck me now stare? She was too damn innocent to know that. Or was she? She'd tempted me earlier and I wanted her. I wanted her badly. Our eyes met again, but that time, she licked her lips and smiled seductively at me.
Oh, shit, another wave of lust heated my balls. I wondered if the flirtatious little minx I danced the Tarantella with earlier had been a result of one too many wines.
As I questioned myself, Mia strolled over and stood in front of me. Lord, she was hot and sexy in that dress and high heels. And up close, she looked good enough to eat.
“Looks like you're having fun, huh, angel?” I asked her.
“Absolutely. Weddings are always fun, aren’t they?” she smiled.
I bit back a smart retort and swigged another mouthful of scotch. I glanced over to see Max and his wife Jada dancing, entwined together, oblivious to everyone else and totally fixated on one another. A feeling close to jealousy tightened my stomach.
No way was I jealous of what they had. I didn't want to be tied down to one woman. Did I? Fuck, Mia was playing with my mind. I've got to get a grip.
“So, why haven't you taken the plunge yet?”
I didn't answer; I had no response to that question. I wanted to know where she was taking it. What was she getting at?
“You could have a little fun with me; there’s no need to take the plunge.” Her gaze locked with mine as she angled her head and gave me a feather-light kiss on my lips. “Just to let you know, if there was anyone I'd want to have fun with, it would be you.” With that, she sauntered off in a cloud of chiffon and pure temptation.
***
MIA
"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm so drunk it's not funny!" I groaned.
"Oh, get real, Mia," Milan reprimanded me. "You've only had two wines, girl. You are such a cheap drunk; admit it. You loved flirting with Zane, right? You were reeling him in. He wants you, Mia; it's so obvious. Don't you dare stop now. You are so close to getting him where you want."
Great. It was fine for the experienced Milan to say that, but I had no idea what to do with a man like Zane. She was right, though. I’d come this far; I couldn’t back down. The damage was done, so to speak.
"Go ask him to come to the after-party. I'm hoping your brother doesn't bring that floozy with him. She is most definitely not welcome!" Milan huffed, eyeballing Marco who was huddled with some blonde in a corner.
"I honestly don't know why you are so mean to Marco, Milan. He is only ever nice to you and you are such a bitch to him all the time. If I didn't know better, I'd think you actually like him and you pretend to hate him and try to make him jealous by flirting with Blake."
Milan rolled her eyes at me."Whatever. Just remember you are Little Miss Innocent, not me. You asked for my advice and I’m giving it to you. You've got the guy all worked up, so go finish him off.”
With that, Milan gave me a nudge in Zane's direction and I almost stumbled in my heels as I headed toward him. This is it. Suck it up, Mia. You can do it.
"Mia." He whispered my name so seductively I almost lost my nerve. “What brings you back, angel; you forget something?"
"Ah...no...well, actually, yeah." I nervously licked my lips as I pulled up the courage to ask, "I’m not sure if Marco or Max told you about the after-party. Just checking if you wanted to come?"
There we go. That wasn't so hard. I expelled the breath I never realised I was holding in.
"Oh, I most definitely want to come, angel. But are you asking me to come with you or drive you there myself, seeing as you've been drinking?”
“I am by no means drunk." I put my hands on my hips in a huff. Drunk, my arse. “But thanks for the offer.”
“You sure about that, angel? I've seen you swing back a few glasses of vintage Sinclair wine the last few hours. You probably shouldn’t be driving.”