Page 147 of Hate to Love You
Abby laughs, shaking her head.
“God you’re such a prick!”
“Yup,” I shrug. “Forgive me, but I just feel you could do a hell of a lot better than him.”
“You mean you,” she says, licking her bottom lip and looking away from me. “Because you seem to think you’re hot shit and better than everyone else.”
“Nah,” I say, shaking my head. “I know you don’t want to be with me. And I respect it.”
The arrogant smile on Abby’s face drops, and her eyes find mine.
“You respect it?”
I nod, taking a sip of my drink.
“I’m a lot to handle,” I wink at her. “I could see how that would be intimidating for…some women.”
“No, this has nothing to do with—”
“There you are,” a seductive purr comes from beside me, and a woman’s arm slides into mine. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
While I do enjoy watching the smug smile evaporate from Abby’s face, I still have to fight the urge to push Heather off me, as she reeks of desperation and cheap body spray.
But I’m playing a specific card tonight.
“Why hello, gorgeous,” I say, slowly canvasing her body. “Wow, don’t you look stunning.”
“I was looking for you in the VIP,” she says, shooting a side-eye glance over at a very annoyed looking Abby. “I thought that’s where you said you’d be.”
I smile.
Good job, Heather, tell Abby I invited you.
“I apologize,” I say, wrapping my arm around her. “Little miscommunication is all. Would you like a drink?”
“No,” she says, pressing her body against mine. “I think I want to dance first.”
“Well, I don’t want to be rude, but I was talking to Miss Wayne here,” I say, leaning in close to her ear. “You two know each other, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Heather says, plastering a fake smile while glancing over at Abby. “We’re still…getting to know each other.”
“Yeah,” Abby growls, clicking her tongue. “Something like that I suppose.”
Heather smiles at her again before placing her hand on my chest.
“Come dance with me, Roman,” she says, loud enough for Abby to hear. “I’m dying to feel your hands on me…again.”
“I guess you’ll have to excuse me, Abby,” I say, shrugging as Heather bites her lip and intertwines her fingers in mine, pulling me out toward the dance floor.
And just like that, I leave Abby standing there, glaring after us both, while clutching her drink so hard her knuckles go white. Admittedly there’s a tiny part of me that feels the slightest bit guilty, but I have to remind myself that she’s the one insisting she doesn’t have feelings for me.
And she said she’s here to see Teddy? The fucking oafish bouncer who’s always smiling? That wang wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl like Abby.
Hell, I barely do.
Heather pulls me on the dance floor and immediately her hands are all over me. Grinding on me and rolling her hips against my crotch. And while my desire to fuck her fizzled after the first experience, I do kind of enjoy watching other men lust after her.
And I really enjoy watching Abby at the bar, chatting with Lizzie, occasionally glaring over at Heather and I.