Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 10
Not unless someone wanted to carry me out of the place.
Roxy yelled above the noise. “Girl! You’ve got this.”
Kelly nodded. “Yeah. Just go tap him on his shoulder.”
I scurried back to them. “Stop yelling. He’ll hear you.”
Brenden slipped his arm around Kelly’s back. “When he’s got that phone to his face, he doesn't register a thing. Trust me.”
I sighed. “That doesn’t bode well for me.”
Roxy stood up. “Girl. I’m telling you. He’s great, once you get him to open up.”
Kelly interjected. “You remember that time we all played truth or dare in Brenden’s dorm room?”
Brenden snickered. “How could I forget? I got to kiss the infamous Kelly that night.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, here we go.”
Roxy put her hands on my shoulders. “It’s just like when we played truth or dare as kids. Remember when I dared you to play ding-dong-ditch with your neighbor?”
I paused. “You mean the crazy old man who didn’t like company? Yeah. I remember that well. I thought I was going to get my head blown off.”
“Well, this is like that, except Zane wouldn't hurt a fly. Go over there, tap on his shoulder, and smile. He won’t be able to resist it.”
Kelly took my hand. “You’ve got this. Seriously. I dare you to go over and talk to Zane.”
I laughed. “We aren’t kids anymore. Truth or dare doesn’t work here.”
“Well, then maybe this will.” Roxy turned me around.
She shoved me towards Zane, and I stumbled again. I caught myself before I slammed right into him, and I heard the girls giggling in the background. He was only a few feet away from me. His fingers still flying a million miles a second. Wow. He must’ve been very important in the field that he worked in.
Come on. You can do this. It’s just a tap on the shoulder.
With a swipe of my hands down the front of my outfit, I started for Zane’s table. I approached him, setting my forearm against the table. I shifted positions a few times, like crossing my feet at my ankles. Then, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart. I threaded my hands together on top of the table, then unthreaded them. And all the while, I heard the soft clicking of Zane’s phone keyboard over the loud, bombastic bass.
Then, I reached out and softly tapped him on his shoulder.
6
Zane
I felt the stares of women all around me as I typed away on my phone. I didn’t care about their glances, or their giggles, or their irresistible perfume scents. I didn’t care about how they walked upstairs to try and get my attention, only to walk back down. All I cared about was work. Which made me cringe. And while I debated on whether or not to put up my phone, one look down at the dance floor made me realize why I chose to work instead of entertaining the girls.
Because I didn’t want to be there in the first place.
I mean, every girl in the place eyed me because of my suit. Because of my watch. Because of the expensive cufflinks and the overpriced haircut on top of my head. Vegas women wanted me for my money. They wanted me for a good time and a romp in a penthouse somewhere. The joke was on them, though. I didn't live in a penthouse.
I had my own land out and away from Vegas that I used to escape.
Every girl I’d ever met in clubs turned out the same way. They had eyes for that kind of shit, too. They looked for men like me, who dressed the way I did. Men who held themselves with poise the way I did. Men who had the kind of wallet I had. It made me sick. All I wanted was to piss Brenden off enough with this phone so that he’d let me go home without badgering me in the process.
Maybe if I made him miserable enough, he wouldn't invite me out again.
That’ll never happen.
I looked up from my phone before a movement caught the corner of my eye. As dry ice crept its way up to the second floor of this club, I whipped my head over to catch what I thought was headed my way. But instead, I found my eyes studying the girl in the cream-colored outfit.
The girl Kelly and Roxy brought along with them.
What’s her name again?
I found my eyes lingering on her a few seconds longer than normal. But, the vibrating of my phone pulled my gaze away. Still, I stole glances of her. I saw her sitting on the couch with the girls. I saw her sipping a bright pink drink as Brenden practically hovered all around Kelly. I shook my head and forced myself to stay engaged with the heated conversation I had going on in my text messages. But, with every movement that girl made, my eyes gravitated to her.
Because she was gorgeous.
Not in a conventional way, though. I mean, it was clear to me she was uncomfortable in her outfit. Continually tugging at the top she had on, that was a bit too short. Always running her hands over her stomach, as if the skirt she had on showed off too much. And the way her ankles wiggled in her heels made me brace for a fall. If I caught her, I’d get a chance to feel her against me. I bet she was warm. Like her sun-kissed skin teased.
She looks so… innocent.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
I dropped my eyes back to my phone and didn’t give her a second thought. I typed away before switching to some emails. At least I was productive. Hell, I’d gotten more done in the past two hours than I would have gotten done back at the office. Probably because paperwork