Page 50 of By His Vow
“So as I was saying, the current market is showing an upward tick in…” I stare at Grant. I want to get excited about his predictions for our future marketing campaigns and where he thinks we should be focusing our energy in the coming months, but I can’t find any kind of enthusiasm.
If I’m being honest, it’s not just him. I haven’t been able to focus on anything since the moment Tatum climbed into the back of my car earlier and drove off into the sunset.
We had unfinished business from that elevator and my body—my dick—has only been able to think about where things could have gone if I’d have followed her into the back of the car and demanded that Lewis took us home.
My cock stirs again just thinking about it.
Would she have continued to fight me, refusing to admit that she feels whatever this thing is that’s suddenly crackling between us?
I’ve no idea what sparked it yesterday after the announcement.
Or has it always been there and I’ve been too distracted to notice?
She’s Miles’s little sister. And yes, while she’s always been smoking hot, there has always been a barrier stopping me from actually considering her as an option. But with that gone…
“Excuse me,” I say quietly as Grant continues with his spiel.
Turning my back on the group of men, I place my empty scotch glass on a tray as a waitress passes before happily accepting a refill.
I had every intention of taking a seat on one of the empty couches, but something pulls me toward the window.
Unable to ignore my gut, I move closer, sipping my fresh drink as I go.
My eyes scan the crowd below. The club is packed, filled will the best and worst that Chicago has to offer.
For a few seconds, I watch, mesmerized as the nameless, faceless bodies all move together.
Most have no idea they can be watched; they’re too lost in their own worlds to worry about what anyone else is doing.
I lift my foot to take a step back when a dark head of hair and a purple sequined dress catch my eye.
My cock swells long before my brain catches up with what my body already knows.
Tatum…
My eyes lock on her as she moves toward the bar. Toward a man.
And not just any man. A man she’s so familiar with she steps right into his body before reaching for the shots he has lined up before him.
My body locks up, my jaw clenching so hard I’m amazed I don’t shatter a tooth or two.
I glare at him as she reaches for one of the glasses and tips it back. He watches her with heated eyes.
I know exactly what he’s imagining.
Every man in this fucking place is thinking exactly the same.
She has her hair pinned up, exposing her slender neck, putting even more skin on show.
Her simple sequined dress is tiny, sitting high on her thighs and low on her chest. It glitters temptingly under the bright spotlights as they move around the room.
The desire to storm down there and drag her away from that prick is almost too much to ignore.
As if she can sense my attention, the second she reaches for her second shot, she pauses before spinning around.
Her eyes scan the crowd, searching. It's right then and there that I have it confirmed that she’s feeling everything I am right now.
It makes me wonder if everything changed in her father’s office yesterday like it did for me, or if I’ve been missing something all these years.