Page 2 of Their Tracked Obsession

He asked, “Care to dance?”

“Not interested.” I stepped back.

He let his arms fall to his sides. The unfortunate sucker had the nerve to grin at me. I knew he’d have a hard time taking no for an answer.

I rolled my eyes.

Men. Always want what they can’t have.

His eyes filled with lust as they dropped to my tits. The plunging neckline wasn’t for his probing eyes. The men of my dreams could pluck his eyeballs out of their sockets in a matter of seconds. He didn’t realize the competition he was up against.

Time to make him aware. He’d back off if he knew what was good for him. Don’t fuck around and find out.

“Trust me. You’ve pushed the limit. Don’t do it again.” I sighed, crossing my arms to give him a hint.

I wasn’t fucking interested.

He took a step toward me. “Oh, but I want to do many things with you. I’ve been watching you.”

“You aren’t the only one,” I muttered under my breath.

“What?” he shouted over the music.

Fuck. The asshole couldn’t use manners. He might be gorgeous, but his father never taught him respect.

“I said…” I cupped my hands around my mouth and raised my voice louder. “You aren’t my type.”

His body language screamed determination. “Well, you’re mine.”

“Nope”—I shook my head and flashed him my ring finger—“I’m off the market.”

“Huh. Nice try,” he huffed and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I don’t see a ring. I appreciate the role-play, though.”

He winked at me.

What in the actual fuck? Was this guy blind, delusional, or straight-up insane? Couldn’t he see…

Fuck. I’d forgotten. My engagement ring was at the cleaners. The “I’m tying to knot” line had engraved its way into my brain.

“Shit…” I dropped my hands to my sides in frustration and tapped my forehead. “Slipped my mind. My ring is at the jeweler’s getting maintenance.”

“Yeah. Right.” He nodded, and hair fell into his eyes. He brushed it back. “I think you’re playing hard to get.”

He took another step toward me and reached out a hand.

Handsome shit for brains only thought with his dick.

I sighed. “Listen. The first time was obviously an accident since I fell and you came to my rescue, but a second time? Trust me. You don’t want to do that.”

He raised an eyebrow, and a slow smirk crawled across his mouth. This guy was a daredevil bound to meet his execution.

“What? Touch you?” He released a low, mocking, rumbling laugh and gazed around. “Why? Is the boogeyman gonna come get me?”

I simply nodded. “Yeah. Two of them.”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

“Fine. Don’t.” I shrugged and turned around. “It’s your funeral.”