Page 52 of Tangled Emotions

“Thank you.”

Frank moved in closer and pulled me to him. “Dance with me?”

I nodded and let him lead me to the dance floor. He wrapped his arm around me, pressing our bodies together, and I let my head rest on his shoulder.

Fuck. He smelled like leather, sin, and sandalwood.

I ran my nose against his neck, inhaling his scent, and felt his erection press into me.

“Baby, if you keep nuzzlin’ my neck like that, we’re gonna get in trouble for public indecency.” His voice purred in my ear.

“Frank?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“I like dancing with you.”

“I like dancing with you, too.” He cupped my face, running his thumb over my lips.

The hand on my back caressed the lowest area on my back, above my ass.

Even with me loaded. He’s a gentleman.

I swayed my hips into him, rubbing against his erection, but he remained a gentleman.

My lips whispered at the nape of his neck and still nothing.

What the hell does it take to make this man break?

Frustrated, I broke his hold and went back to the bar. He followed and watched me.

“Gimme another.”

“You don’t need another.” His deep voice made me shiver.

“You ain’t my boss.” I tapped the bar. “Make it a double.”

He excused himself to the bathroom and Ronnie popped up beside me. “What’s wrong?”

“He doesn’t want me.” I pressed my lips together. “The one hot guy that I rubbed one out to changed his mind.” I turned to look at Enoch. “Take me home.”

“Edie, I think you …”

“Big E.” I grabbed his shirt. “Take. Me. Home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He looked back at Tom. “I’ll be back.”

My brother helped me walk to my car and poured me into the passenger seat. After he closed the door, I closed my eyes, stunned when the door flew back open.

Ronnie grabbed my face, pressed her mouth to my ear, and growled. “That man wants you. But you kept pushing him away. Stop being a dumb bitch and tell him you want him too.”

She gave my cheek a pat and then closed the car door, leaving me wondering what she was goin’ on about.

When the driver’s door opened and I didn’t smell the diner, I turned my head to see Frank adjusting the seat.

“He’s having a good time.” His low voice washed over me as he adjusted the mirror, never looking at me. “I’ll drive you home.”

“Pfft. Whatever.” I leaned my head back against the seat and fought the tears that threatened to fall.