Mr. Wright Now

Chapter Four

 Kade

"Are you going to sit here and stare at her all night long, or are you going to pick your pathetic balls up off the floor and go and – oh, I don't know – talk to her?"

With strenuous effort, I tore my eyes off the little blonde who was tossing the drinks back like her life depended on it – and her friend – was doing nothing but encouraging this behavior of abandoned self-control. My eyes landed, now glaringly, on Allie's smartass expression.

"I'm considering it." I admitted. Hell, I'd been considering talking to her all fucking night long. But every time I decided to go for it, something held me back. Maybe it was the weight of my pathetic balls dragging on the fucking floor, like Allie said. Who the hell knew? All I knew, was that sitting here at the small VIP table we'd wrangled – with great expense – was much easier than approaching her.

She was stunning. My eyes had been glued to her since the minute she'd walked through the door. At first, her eyes had widened as she took in the extravagance of the club. I'd watched a range of interesting emotions pass through her expression that had, no doubt, piqued my interest.

It was obvious that the girl had never been in a club before this moment. The way she'd been tugging at the hem of her deliciously short dress, proved she wasn't exactly accustomed to wearing something so flashy either. By her fourth drink, her fingertips had stopped tugging at the material every two seconds and her hips had started to sway with greater abandon on the dance floor – proving that she didn't drink much on a day-to-day basis. She was one hell of a lightweight. But damn, she could move her hips. I knew she didn't possess a lick of training when it came to dancing, because I was a professional dancer and I knew this sort of thing on a first glance basis, but she had natural talent and killer legs. I'd been watching the eyes of every man in the club land on her, repeatedly, for the last couple hours. With every lust filled look I saw, a burning rage of jealousy filled me. That too, was unfamiliar and unwelcomed as all fuck.

She was wearing a tiny black satiny dress that hugged her full chest tight enough to make her boobs pop from the dip of the low sweetheart neckline. The stark red of her bra peeked out from the black of her dress, making my mind instantly wonder if her panties were the same brilliant red. The thought made my balls ache and I shifted in my seat.

Glancing away from Allie, I felt my stomach clench tight at the sight of two guys approaching her and her friend. Her friend was hot too – and I usually went for brunettes – but she had nothing on the cute little blonde.

"Ahhh," Allie's voice flowed across the table to smack me upside the head. "Looks like you lost your chance." She shifted as I pinned frustrated eyes on her smartass mouth. "But I've been eye-fucking that little thing right over there..." she pointed across the bar somewhere behind me. I didn't bother to turn as Allie stood from the table. "And unlike you, I don't intend on missing out." She paused to pat my shoulder. "I'll be home – when I get home. Don't wait up for me."

And then Allie was gone and I felt my eyes sway once again, to the blonde. She was laughing, and although I couldn't hear her, I felt a sort of pull toward her smile. I wasn't the only one because the dude next to her was leaning toward her with an almost predatory grin.