Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 42
“You always smell nice.” He pulled me in tighter and turned my chaste kiss into a much steamier one.
I dragged him over to the couch, hoping I might be able to waylay him a while, or convince him to skip going out altogether.
I pulled him down on top of me and his hand shoved up my shirt, caressing my stomach and rib cage.
His tongue tangled with mine and he pressed me into the cushions of the sofa.
I wound my hands behind his neck, fingering the hair at his nape. Our mouths broke apart and he grinned. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Would it be so bad if we stayed here?” I leaned up and pressed my mouth to his again.
His lips opened against mine and I shoved my tongue inside. He kissed me back, briefly, before tearing away again and laughing.
“Hold that thought until later.” He pushed himself up and stood, sticking his hand out to me. “Come on.”
I sighed at my failed seduction attempt and slapped my hand in his, allowing him to pull me up. “You should spend the night.”
I brushed past him, smiling coyly over my shoulder. “You had your chance to take advantage of me, and you passed.”
He snagged me around the waist. “What if I throw in breakfast in the morning? Waffles? With strawberries? What do you say to that?”
I spun around. “I say now I’m hungry.” He laughed, “Let’s go. You can order all the food you want.” I smacked his chest. “You better believe I will.” Saturday night was in full swing when we reached the theater district.
Finding parking anywhere near the club proved impossible. I hugged my jacket tight around me as we trekked the six blocks to the club, a feat in my spike heeled ankle boots.
Fall was definitely shoving summer out of the way. Jason wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side. I soaked up his body heat and then frowned in dismay when we reached the front of the club.
An unusually long line stretched out the door and around the corner, made up primarily of scantily clad girls. Abel, Jesse, and Nash were no doubt to blame. On their own, females flocked to them like the pied piper. Together, they could raze the city with a riot of sex crazed women.
“Are we supposed to get in line?” Jason asked. I shook my head and grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the bouncer at the door. The big, bald, and handsome man turned his hardened gaze to us. He looked me up and down appreciatively and then glanced at Jason.
“Sorry, back of the line guys.” “Our friends are inside. We’re with Addie and Abel McCabe.” He snorted, “You and every other set of tits, doll. Like I said, back of the line.” Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have expected that to work, but seriously? Assface.
Jason started to say something, but still clutching his hand, I pulled him a few feet away. “Give me a second.” I slid my phone out of my jacket pocket and brought up Addie’s number. She answered almost immediately, shouting over the music. “Where are you?”
“Outside. It’s a madhouse. The entire city is trying to get in, they won’t let us through the line.” “I’ll be right there. In under a minute, Addie came strutting out of the club in her designer dress and heels, eyes scanning the sidewalk until they landed on us.
She waved us over and then marched right up to the same bouncer that had denied us entrance and laid her hand on his chest. “They’re with me.” “Sure thing, babe.” He was putty in her hands. With a wink, she withdrew her hand and flounced back inside.
I tugged Jason after her into the loud, dark, and packed club. She led us away from the throng of bodies crowding the bar and dancefloor and ascended a staircase to the right, unhindered by security. Jason was about to get his first VIP experience.
The top of the stairs opened up into an exclusive upper level, divided into semi private rooms that looked out over the club below. Addie beelined straight for one of them. How she didn’t break her neck strutting so quickly in her skyscraper heels was a miracle or witchcraft.
Or lots and lots of practice on a runway. “Abbi!” Nash was the first to spot us and he unceremoniously dumped the blonde from his lap as he stood and stalked toward us. He lifted me off my feet into a bear hug. “Woah,” I laughed, returning the warm embrace. He wore a big dopey grin, his cheeks flushed and his hazel eyes bright.
He smelled of whiskey and something fresh and clean and a bit spicy. “I see someone got the party started.