© Copyright Marissa Scott, 2008.
“You don’t mind if I cut in, do you?” purred a feminine voice. Lizzie looked over her shoulder, and got slapped back into reality when she saw Amber Worthington standing behind her. The bimbo stood there dressed in a super short, skintight skirt that barely covered what she so obviously wanted to flaunt. Her low-cut shirt so tight her fake breasts nearly popped out of the V-neck. The woman had a body made for sin and Lizzie had the body of a teenager. If she had one-fourth of what the other woman had up top, she wouldn’t feel nearly as inadequate as she felt right now.
Amber’s timing really sucked. She should let Amber have her turn. Maybe it was for the best. But, damn it, it didn’t feel right. Not for her.
As she started to step out of his embrace, Jake’s arms tightened, holding her close. She glanced up, unable to see past the underside of his clean shaven chin as he said, “Maybe some other time.”
Amber was not a woman to let a minor thing like rejection slow her down. Beyond a fleeting expression of shock, she didn’t give any sign she was discouraged. “I’ll hold you to that.” The sway of her hips as she walked away was designed to have any red blooded man panting. If Jake was panting, he as doing a good job hiding it. She watched his face as they danced, her feet automatically taking the appropriate steps as she mentioned with feigned nonchalance, “You could have danced with her, you know.”
“I didn’t want to.”
He pulled her closer, spun her around quickly in a half circle then flashed her a killer grin that had her heart leaping in her chest and told her, “I’m dancing with you.”
“She’s after you, you know.”
He shrugged a shoulder.
“Oh come on, Jake. You’re not the least bit interested?”
He raised a brow. “What?”
It was her turn to shrug a shoulder. “Why aren’t you interested?”
“She’s not my type.”
“She doesn’t need to be your type to have sex with her.”
“I’m a grown man, Lizzie. As much as I appreciate your looking out for my interests, I know what I want. The only one I’m interested in is you.”