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To be honest, I wouldn’t mind a little gossip as well. A little spilled tea never hurt anyone. And it most definitely never hurt me.
In the distance, through the strobe lights, I see a familiar body gyrating on the dance floor. He always did have a way with those hips of his, as short as that fling was. And despite it being just a bit of silly fun between friends, I do miss Robin at times. Although, with Matthew in the picture now, and for the foreseeable future, the thought of spending time with Robin pales in comparison
Next to my husband, Robin is positively dull.
“Matthew,” I say as I sip my pear martini. “Dance with me?”
Matthew peers over at me, a beer bottle sitting at his lips.
“Yeah, that’s a no from me. I don’t dance.”
I sigh, tugging on his arm. “Oh, come on. Dance with your husband.”
His eyes flash, warring with himself. He wants to do this for me but can’t quite bring himself to. I love it when I bring him close to the tipping point, when he gets so close to doing something he wouldn’t normally do. I love watching him experience new things.
Another sip of beer goes down his throat, and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs.
“Nah, you go dance. I’ll just watch.”
I glace over at Patrick and Owen, who are just grinning at me. They know that his refusal bothers me more than I’d like, that in general, anything Matthew has the power to hurt me. So I just straighten my shoulders, drain my drink, and set the glass on the bar top. A second later, I’m stepping onto the dance floor, my hips moving in time with the beat. It helps that I took dance lessons growing up. I do have a good grasp of rhythm and can really shake my ass.
As I move around on the dance floor, my eyes catch Matthew’s. He’s standing in the crowd near the bar, his gaze on me. Owen is whispering something into his ear and I see him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.
He likes what he sees so I put on a show, writhing around, letting my hands slip up my chest as I do so, hoping to entice him to come to me.
It doesn’t quite work, but I do love that his eyes are fastened to me.
Love that I’m the focal point of his world.
Just as I think that, my body dips against someone else, and I feel hands land on my hips. My gaze turns over my shoulder, and I see Robin standing there.
“Hey, you,” Robin says, grinning at me and placing a soft kiss to my cheek. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”
“It was a last-minute decision.”
His eyes run across my face and then dip right down to my dick. “You look hot tonight.”
“So do you,” I say politely.
He grins at me and then pulls me into him. I try to distance myself without making a scene. I don’t want Matthew to get the wrong idea, but Robin isn’t getting the hint. He just pulls me closer and grinds up against me.
“Robin,” I say with a small laugh, pressing my hands against his chest. “I?—”
“I saw you across the room and had to touch you,” he interrupts, his face nuzzling against my neck, and for some reason, it feels all wrong. Nothing feels right anymore unless Matthew is a part of it.
The only person I want touching me is him.
“I want you again. Fuck, you’re so hot…”
“Robin,” I protest, but I can’t quite get away. He’s not aggressive or being too rough, but I’m definitely not fighting him hard enough. I’m trying to be polite because I don’t want to make a scene.
Fuck, if only Matthew was here. If only he’d danced with me in the first place. Robin’s lips slip across my cheek, and almost settle on my mouth. I tilt my head back slightly, trying to evade, but before Robin can lean into me, I’m pulled back by a set of hands.
Into Matthew.
Chapter Thirteen
Matt
