Someone Like You (Someone To Love Series) Read Free

their wallets. Then I can collect cash like candy at Halloween and run like hell all the way back to Garrison.
    The music switches up to one of my favorite songs, or as it will be referred to from this moment forward, that stupid song! Way to bookmark this catastrophe in the making. I’m sure I’ll recall every loathsome moment whenever I have the misfortune of hearing it again.
    “Here I go,” I whisper.
    I make a mad dash to the pole as if the room were on fire, and my foot slips out from underneath me, sending my limbs flailing in all sorts of unflattering gyrations.
    The crowd breaks out in a fit of laughter, followed by whoops and howls, as if I’ve accidentally managed to do something right. It’s not until I grab onto the glorified metal staff that I note my left boob has made an Alcatraz-worthy escape from my studded brassiere.
    “Crap,” I whimper, quick to correct the clothing malfunction. “Bastards,” I hiss as the laughter and sneers pick up some serious steam. I manage a quick twirl, which apparently is mandatory per management, and the room spins out of control. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…” The words gurgle out of me as I attempt to stagger my way back to Tess so I can carry out the felony I’ve been destined to commit right from the beginning and wrap my hands around her irresponsible throat.
    “Let’s see it, baby!” A voice bellows from the rear as I continue to stomp my way toward the red velvet curtains with my arms spread wide, and suddenly I feel like Godzilla ready to trample an unsuspecting Tokyo.
    “Come to Papa!” A greasy-looking character with long straggly hair tries to climb onto the stage, and Dell, the owner-slash-bouncer, plucks him back. Oh wait, that’s Dell. The fact I’m seeing double is not a good fucking sign.
    The lights in the platform go off in a spasm, right along with the music, and it feels as though the floor just opened up and swallowed me whole. I take a few unsteady steps to my left and the crowd gives a collective gasp. I try to catch my bearings in my five-inch killer heels but end up running to my right—so dizzy, so damn tired.
    My ankle turns as I do a rather inglorious swan dive right off the stage.
    Oh God, don’t let this hurt.
    I fall like a stone right into a pair of strong, heavily inked arms. I look up very much expecting to see Dell, or some I’m-Going-to-Hack-You-to-Pieces-Later-With-a-Butcher-Knife sleaze, but I don’t. Instead, it’s Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome with his unholy grin and alarmingly deep dimples.
    “Whoa, you okay?”
    “Mostly not.” Unless you count the fact I’ve reduced our metric distance within my first five minutes as a Pretty Girl. Then I’m totally okay.
    “How about you and me take this party someplace else?” He broadens his sexier-than-hell smile and my stomach pinches tight. Why do I get the feeling I’ve just stepped into some frat boy’s triple-X fantasy? Although judging by those bulging biceps, and the carefully choreographed tattoos that swirl up his arms, this is no ordinary frat boy.
    I bounce out of his grasp. Clearly I’ve sent him the wrong message.
    “I’ll pass. The last thing I’m doing tonight is aiding in my own abduction.” The truth is, I’m just about willing to help him tie me up. The thought of what a boy like that could do to me has me halfway to that ever-elusive orgasm I’ve yet to master. I peer up at him from under my lashes. I bet his fingers know how to work more than a little magic, his gorgeous full lips too. God knows my fingers are useless. I jolt out of my sexual stupor and shake the thought away.
    I dust myself off for no apparent reason and oddly my skin feels numb, most likely from the lethal levels of alcohol I’ve ingested under my sister’s twisted supervision.
    “I’m not an abductor, so it’s not a problem.” His grin widens and my insides squeeze tight. I take in his lean, mean body while the tat on his left arm explodes to life as a fire-breathing