Rush Read Free

wanted to bring her into the “family”business. But she wasn’t sure yet
what
she wanted to do. Which was another source of exasperation to Jace.
    That
made her feel guilty. Because she had the luxury of taking time to make decisions.
     Jace had always provided generously for her. An apartment, whatever she needed, even
     though after graduating she’d made the effort not to rely on him for support.
    The people she’d graduated with had already moved into jobs. They were making careers.
     She was still working in a pastry shop part-time and dragging her feet as to what
     she wanted to do with the rest of her life.
    And that hesitation likely had a lot to do with her deluded fantasies regarding the
     man hauling her away by the arm. She
had
to get over this fixation with him and move on. She couldn’t spend her whole life
     with the ridiculous notion that he was going to one day notice her and decide he had
     to have her.
    She greedily drank in the sight of him, like an addict getting their next high—like
     she’d gone far too long without that fix. He was a man whose presence filled any room
     he occupied. He wore his black hair cut short, styled with minimal product. Just enough
     to give it an expensive, sophisticated look.
    He had the look of the sinful bad boy all the women went wild for. He had a total
     “don’t give a fuck” attitude, and what Gabe wanted, Gabe always got. His confidence
     and arrogance were two things that drew her to him—had always drawn her to him. She
     was helpless to fight her attraction to him. God knew she’d tried for years, but her
     obsession showed
no
signs of waning.
    “Mia,” he said in a low voice. “I didn’t realize you were coming. Jace didn’t say
     anything.”
    “He doesn’t know,” she said with a smile. “I decided to surprise him. Where is he,
     by the way?”
    Brief discomfort entered Gabe’s eyes. “He was called away. I’m not sure if he’ll be
     back.”
    Her smile slipped. “Oh.” She glanced down self-consciously. “I guess I wasted a perfectly
     good dress on the occasion.”
    His gaze slid lazily over her, making her feel as though he stripped her with no effort.
     “It’s a nice dress.”
    “I should probably go then. Not much point in my being here if Jace isn’t.”
    “You can stay with me,” he said bluntly.
    Her eyes widened. Gabe had never really gone out of his way to spend any time with
     her. In fact, it seemed like he tried to avoid her. It was enough to give her a complex.
     Oh, he was nice to her. He sent her gifts on special occasions. Checked in on her
     to make sure she had what she needed—not that Jace would have ever neglected to do
     the same. But he’d certainly never made it a point to spend more than a few moments
     in her presence.
    “Would you like to dance?” he asked.
    She stared at him in bewilderment, wondering where the real Gabe Hamilton was hiding.
     Gabe didn’t dance. Oh, he
could
dance, it was just that he rarely did.
    The dance floor was filled with other couples, some older, some Gabe’s age. She didn’t
     see a single person her own age, but then most of the attendees were of that uberwealthy,
     ultrabeautiful class that most twenty-four-year-olds hadn’t yet entered.
    “Uh, sure,” she said. Why not? She was here. She’d spent two hours getting ready.
     Why let a perfectly good dress and awesome shoes go to waste?
    He put his hand to her back, and it was like being branded. She barely suppressed
     a shiver as he guided her toward the area reserved for dancing. Dancing with him was
     a bad idea in so many ways. How was she supposed to get over her infatuation if she
     kept putting herself in close proximity to him? But there was no way she was passing
     up an opportunity to be in his arms. Even if it was only for a few minutes. A few
     glorious, amazing minutes.
    The sultry tones of a saxophone mixed with the tinkle of a piano and the low throb
     of a bass. The music invaded her veins as