Page 98 of A Lethal Game of Trust

And I was missing it.

By the time we got to the bar, Jack was standing alone at a high table. He waved us over and Ivy shimmied herself up to sit on one of the high stools.

Was this the same bar Leo and I had been at last weekend?

Jack told us how she had gone to the toilet. If I went down there… she had said she was ready for me to fuck her in that corridor.

And if we got caught right now, that would be bad. Very, very bad.

I was hard just at the thought.

There wasn’t any time for me to seriously consider going down there because Leo then appeared with a tray of shots and salt.

She’d taken off the top. Her tan skin against that burgundy red, the shimmer of sweat across her skin, and the silk’s shine made me want to bite her.

I should have gone down as soon as I heard she was there.

“Tequila!” she cried.

Ivy eyed them wearily, but Jack clinked his into Leonie’s and they necked them back before she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.

Despite my date requesting we came here, she didn’t drink the shot nor did she want to dance. Not that I was big on dancing.

But Leo was. She danced her little heart out, arms in the air, swaying her hips and screaming when one of her favourite songs came on.

And Jack was right there with her, laughing, twirling her.

He’d be good for her.

But it was the fact I wasn’t good for her that wouldn’t let that happen.

I hated myself for it.

She deserved more. She deserved more than me.

“They’ve stopped playing the good music. So I’ve made an executive decision and would like to announce we’re going back to mine!” she shouted over the music when she returned to drink some of her water.

“We?” Ivy asked.

She nodded and gestured to the four of us, Jack beaming beside her. “Yeah,” she said with a hiccup. “We!”

Jack best not push it. She was not sober enough to make any kind of decision. If he touched her, it didn’t matter if he was my friend.

“Oh yes, we normally end a night out with a bit of cardio, don’t we, Leo?”

“Wh—what?” she gasped, eyes wide as she glanced to see Jack’s reaction.

“Just Dance.”

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At home, we ordered pizza and I made us some very strong pina coladas as Ivy started Just Dance. She had never played before but was not put off by the difficulty ratings and went with the songs she wanted, screaming and singing along to them.

Jack found it hilarious, laughing and helping me, brushing up behind me with his hands on my hips. “These smell great.”