CHAPTER FIVE — DAVID
Focus on Jocelyn. I squeeze her hips tighter, trying to bring myself to the present, but I can't help it. My eyes keep drifting to the right. Every time they land on her, I force myself to look back at the beautiful woman in front of me.
This time, I can't help it. I let them linger, and I instantly regret it. That boy she's with is all over her. They're facing the same direction, and she's — what is it the kids call it? — grinding into him. And I hate to say it, but they look good together.
He's probably just shy of a foot taller than her, and despite how much I hate him in this moment, I'll admit, he's good-looking.
And she's, of course, stunning, a goddess, although dressed entirely inappropriately.
As if that dress was not short enough, the way she's rubbing her ass against his crotch, it's riding up dangerously high.
I'm so tempted to go over there and pull it down that I have to take a few deep breaths.
"You all good?" Jocelyn asks.
"Yeah," I say.
I spin her around so her ass is against my body, the same way Stephanie's is with that boy.
"You're so sexy," I murmur into her ear.
I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I can't help it.
I feel possessed. The kind of primal rage I feel right now towards that boy, and the overwhelming desire I have to just rip Stephanie away from him, throw her over my shoulder, and walk right out of this club, is so strong that anything I can do to avoid it is worth trying.
And if that means seducing this woman who I find unbearable, well, that's what I'll do.