by Joanna Blake
She swallowed nervously and turned back toward the bar. She glanced over her shoulder and he was still watching her with a faint, superior smile. Her spine stiffed and she turned her back on him deliberately.
There was something about him that made her nervous. He was so… male. She'd never seen anyone that masculine in her life. He looked cold and hard, no matter how handsome or chiseled his face was. And that body… Jesus he did look like a Viking! Strong and lean and ruthless.
He made her nervous. Very, very nervous.
Kaylie was chatting about some of the people they'd gone to high school with as Janet struggled vainly to get her emotions in check. The drinks weren't helping.
Yes, she was nervous. But she was also aroused. She crossed her legs and pulled her top up in the front. When she snuck a look behind her, Jack was openly leering at her.
No, not at her. At her legs.
She felt overly warm in the bar suddenly. As if they'd turned up the heat like the sauna at the dance studio where she practiced sometimes. She licked her lips and nodded when Donnie offered her another drink. He was lording it up all night, bossing the prospects around. His merry blue eyes made her feel comfortable. Jack's black gaze did not.
Devlin slid his arm around Kaylie.
"You about ready to go?"
She nodded, a light blush tinting her cheeks. Janet looked away, not wanting to interrupt their intimate moment.
"Come on Janet, I'll drive you home."
She waved goodbye to Donnie as Dev threw a couple of twenties on the bar. She couldn't resist one more glance across the room while Kaylie pulled her jacket on and gathered her purse.
Jack was just where he'd been all night. He was staring toward them again. He could have been looking at any of them. Kaylie, Dev, even Donnie behind the bar. But she knew he wasn't.
He was looking at her.
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Jack watched as Dev led Kaylie and her friend out of the bar. He could relax once they were out of the room. But he didn't feel like relaxing. He felt like breaking something.
He never resented anything Dev asked him to do. For some reason he'd felt jealous that he had to keep watch tonight. He would have rather been by the bar. With her.
Janet. Such an ordinary name for such a fiery little creature. The girl was stunning. Red hair, pale blue green eyes and a body that- well, it had his attention. That much was obvious.
Hot girls came and went in the club on a daily basis. But Janet wasn't just hot. She was fucking beautiful. There was something regal in her bearing too. She'd looked like a queen, perched with her long legs dangling off the bar stool. A queen who was up to no good. Slumming maybe.
He frowned. He didn't mess around with women too often. Once every couple of months he'd screw one of the hanger ons to keep his head straight. But never the same one twice. That was dangerous. He didn't want them to get attached to him. He didn't want to answer questions. He didn't want to talk or hold hands. He wanted to get laid and that was it.
Most of the girls around here understood that and were more than happy to oblige him, or any of the other Spawns. He had a feeling that a rich girl like Janet would expect more from him. And since she was friends with Dev's old lady, he'd certainly have to give more than he was used to.
He shook it off and left the bar room, climbing the stairs to his favorite perch on the roof. He could see at least two miles from up there, the distance making the industrial district where he lived look almost pretty. Nobody ever bothered him up here either. That was the best part.
He pulled a cigarette out and lit it. He rarely indulged anymore but he was feeling strange tonight. He was restless. That was all. It didn't have anything to do with that girl. And even if it did, she was way out of his reach.
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