Even more, there was a piercing in his lip, a tiny silver ring that the flashing lights above occasionally reflected off of.
It made me yearn to know what that metal felt like against my skin.
I shook my head. Standing here practically ogling how hot he looked was ridiculous.
I got stood up so he could come here and… and… Well, I don’t know what he was doing. Except there was a blonde wearing a very tiny shirt cozied up to his side and looking at him like he was a steak and she hadn’t eaten in weeks.
My eyes found his again, and I drew back in shock. I’d never seen such coldness in his eyes before. It was as if I was the last person on Earth he wanted to see.
His gaze flicked away, like he was dismissing me, and the girl at his side started kissing his neck. I was going to be sick.
I started moving again, rushing away from the table… from his angry stare. I didn’t know what I could have possibly done to make him look at me like that. Hell, if anything, I should’ve been the one looking at him like that. He was the one that stood me up.
I pushed into the bathroom, no longer caring how filthy it was, and waited for a stall. I did my business (hovering over the toilet because I wasn’t about to touch anything—okay, so I guess I did care about the germs after all) and then washing my hands at the sink. I glanced up in the mirror above and noted the slightly shell-shocked look on my face.
Pull yourself together, Julie, I told myself. Go show him what he’s missing. I smirked at my reflection. How inconvenient for him that the girl he just stood up happened to be in the last place he expected.
After ruffling my hair a bit, I went back into the club, heading straight for the bar. I ordered another rum and coke and waved to Dee, who was still dancing it up on the floor with her man.
When my drink was ready, I pulled some cash out of my jeans, but a hand reached out to stop me. “I got this.”
I watched as he threw some bills onto the counter, grabbed his beer, and turned to me.
He had very dark hair, almost black. It was wavy and a little too long, causing it to fall over his forehead and over one eye. He had smooth skin, brown eyes, and full lips. There was an arrogance that surrounded him, the kind that a guy carried when he thought he was God’s gift to women.
He was totally not my type.
“Haven’t seen you here before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” I had to say it so loud it didn’t sound nearly as flirtatious as I planned.
Wait. I wanted to flirt?
I glanced down at the drink in my hand. Alcohol, a bruised heart, an angry ego, and the guy who caused it all just feet away was not a good combination.
He smiled, his eyes drifting over my body. I had to admit, it was nice someone seemed to notice how good I looked.
“Nice boots,” he said, leaning in and speaking directly into my ear.
I didn’t bother to reply. I just took a sip of my drink and watched as he pulled away. He was wearing jeans that rode low on his hips, a white wife-beater tank top, and a red button-up shirt (that wasn’t buttoned).
Definitely not my type.
Of course, my type was the kind who stood girls up.
Maybe it was time for a new type.
“Let’s dance,” the guy said, sipping his beer and taking my hand.
“You got a name?” I yelled, following him to the dance floor.
“Dominick,” he called. “People call me Dom.”
He didn’t ask my name. He didn’t say anything. He just spun around to face me and we started to dance. The rhythm of the music was fast and upbeat so I tried to match my movements. All that got me was my drink sloshing over the rim of the cup and splattering on my boots.
Dom laughed and took the cup out of my hand. He walked over to a nearby booth and set down both our drinks. He gave some guy who was sitting there a fist bump and then returned to my side.
I felt the back of my neck tingling and I knew someone was watching me. I wondered if it was Dee or Blue.
Part of me hoped it was Blue, the douche. I hoped he was grinding together those pearly whites and kicking himself. ‘Course, I knew he was probably making out with the girl that was practically in his lap.
Disgusted, I turned my attention back to Dom. He had somehow gotten a lot closer than before. Since we were no longer holding drinks, he had free hands… and he used them to palm my hips and pull me against him.
His hips began to move suggestively, and I stiffened slightly. Dancing was one thing. Dry-humping on the dance floor was another.
I placed my hands on his chest and pushed back.
He didn’t let go.
His grip tightened.
I looked up at him. He was watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. He yanked me closer and I stumbled a bit, falling into his chest. His arms were like iron vises that went around my body, making me a prisoner in his hold.