Walking down the front steps, she couldn’t help noticing that he was also keeping a distance between them. She smiled when the idea that perhaps he wasn’t as controlled as he thought crossed her mind. This may be easier than she thought. Sliding into the sleek car he led her to, Sarah tried to formulate a plan of attack. She needed to do this and still keep her wits about her which if judging by the earlier sparks flying between them, she was going to have to dig deep for a fortitude she wasn’t sure she possessed.
Chapter Five
The flashing lights from the dance floor lit up the artificial smoke floating around the club obscuring Falon’s view of Sarah yet again. He had to talk himself out of fighting his way through the sea of bodies and pulling her from whatever man’s arms she was now in. Gritting his teeth, he choked down the last of his drink, tempted to ask for another.
When he found that little blue dress in the back of her closet, he knew she would look great in it. What he hadn’t planned on was her looking like every man’s wet dream. And that’s the exact thought that slammed into his brain the moment he spotted her on the landing of the stairs. He wanted to take them three at a time and carry her Cro-Magnon style back up to her room and show her the best way he knew how just how much that dress affected him.
It was the calculating look that entered her eyes that stopped him from taking that first step. Her sudden willingness to go along with him suddenly made sense in that moment she turned on the landing showcasing the sexy backless dress. She was trying to push him. In that moment, Falon realized the game just got a little more interesting. If she thought she could tease him out of his control, she had another thing coming. Altering his plans to simply seduce the fiery little redhead he would now do so and prove to her just how strong his control truly was. And a part of that plan was to keep his ass planted on the bar stool instead of punching the next man who looked in Sarah’s direction.
“Another drink?” Frank shouted over the house music blasting into the building. That was another thing grating on his nerves. When Frank told him about the club he had pictured a low-key affair not this barely legal grind session that seemed to be taking place on the dance floor.
Frank didn’t seem the type to frequent a place like this. When Falon had questioned him about it after Marcy dragged a reluctant looking Sarah from his side, he learned that this place was her idea. Apparently Frank was desperate to get back in Marcy’s good graces and inviting Falon and Sarah had been a part of his plan. He supposed he couldn’t fault the man for it, but it would have been nice to have a little warning.
“Drink?” Frank shouted again.
“No.” Falon shook his head raising his voice to be heard over the bone-shattering bass. “I’m driving.”
“You’re a brave man. I have a three drink minimum to handle a place like this.”
“I can see why.” He joined Frank in a laugh over the rather odd-looking couple making out right in front of them. Dear Lord, was that a leash attached to that girl’s neck? Falon shook his head in amazement.
When the lights flared again, he couldn’t help searching the writhing bodies once more for a sign of Sarah. He scanned the bodies he could see and didn’t see a trace of her red hair and that mouthwatering blue dress. A flash of her walking down the stairs toward him wrapped lovingly in electric blue, all that pale, flawless skin exposed and her toes peeking out of those sexy shoes. He had been a goner.
“Don’t worry, Marcy will take care of her.” He was shocked at the perceptiveness of the man he thought was a little oblivious to those outside his little world. Frank obviously picked up on his shock because he nodded in the direction of the ladies’ room where he spotted a vision in electric blue. “I used to react the same way when Marcy first started dragging me to places like this. After the third or fourth time, I nearly collapsed dancing every dance with that crazy woman. She told me that if I wanted to come along I needed to chill out or go home. I chose to stay and drink myself into a nice state of fuzziness while she had her fun. Easy solution and I quickly saw she just wanted to unwind and go crazy.”
Frank gave him a searching look. “At the end of the night, she always goes home with me.”
“And that pertains to Sarah how?” Falon shifted in his seat. He was not worried about Sarah going home with someone else. He wasn’t. Frank’s knowing smile told him that he hadn’t been too good at hiding his worry. The other man merely shrugged and took a long pull from his bottle of beer.
“You tell me.” He followed the direction of Frank’s beer when he tilted the brown bottle in the direction of the ladies’ room.
He instantly bristled at the sight of yet another random man standing far too close to Sarah. Didn’t the man see how uncomfortable he was making her? Even from this distance he could see her stiff body language. He slid off the bar stool and walked briskly in their direction before he realized what he was doing. Even though he knew it was impossible, he could have sworn he heard Frank laughing in his wake.
He only had the chance to take maybe five steps before Sarah surprised him for the millionth time. He watched as Mystery Man leaned in to whisper something in her ear. His blood boiled when he saw the other man’s hand getting way too familiar with the curves hidden under Sarah’s little blue dress. Cursing himself for not picking something else for her to wear, he felt his jaw drop as she stiffened further. Before he knew what was coming, Mr. Grabby found himself on the floor in a very familiar position. After picking his jaw up from the sticky floor, Falon made his way to Sarah’s side and looked down at the man clutching himself on the floor. He would have pitied the guy if he hadn’t just had his grease ball hands all over Sarah.
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“I’d say nice shot, but having very recently experienced that kind of pain … I can’t bring myself to do so.”
Falon’s voice so close to her ear snapped Sarah out of the rage that took over the instant Mr. McGrabby Hands laid a finger on her. When he had stopped to chat with her and Marcy, she took an instant dislike to the way he had eyeballed her like she was a piece of meat. He made her skin crawl when he moved in closer to ask her to dance and decided then was the time to feel her up.
Looking down at him moaning on the floor, she fought a smile. Maybe he would think twice next time. On second thought, judging by the steady stream of curses now flowing from the prone man’s lips, she doubted it. She was about to teach the man another lesson at the mercy of her do-me heels when a hand on her arm stopped her.
“Allow me,” Falon growled in her ear. She turned and looked into his eyes and was surprised by the ferocity she found there. His eyes were like chips of amber, cold and angry. She could only nod when faced with such intensity.
Falon bent down and lifted the other man by the collar of his shirt. She didn’t miss the rigid control of his movements. He was furious and doing his best to control his reaction.
“You stupid b—” Grabby didn’t get a chance to finish his statement before Falon landed a quick-as-lightning elbow to his gut. He grabbed the other man’s arm before turning back to her. She stood frozen in awe. Dear Lord, what was happening? Was Falon really playing the role of savior?
“Stay. Right. Here.” He ground out between his teeth. His jaw was tense and she realized that some of his anger was directed at her. Not a knight in shining armor then. She could only stare after him as he roughly led the man in the direction of the front doors.
“That was hot,” Marcy said coming up beside her again now that the drama was over. She could only look at Marcy like she was crazy as the woman practically panted over what she just witnessed. “The way he went all caveman on that fella. So. Hot. I wish Frank would do something like that, sure would spice things up if you get my drift.”