Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(4)

My lazy smile got wider at her obvious confused expression. “What date? We just met. This is obviously not a first date!”

Not yet anyway.

I smirked at her perplexed face. “Oh, but it will be, Emma. It definitely will be,” I whispered into her ear.

The thumping music of the latest single immediately vanished around me as I became absorbed by this lone being I held in my arms. Emma was puzzled and I gave a soft chuckle at her seemingly frozen state. “So, want to introduce me to your friends?” I pointed a finger at her table which had all of her friends staring back at us with avid curiosity.

Her forehead furrowed as she thought it over. Blue eyes looked at me with interest, and yet, with great hesitation. It was good to see that she wasn’t all that affected by me.

“Sure. I know someone who will be very interested to meet you.” She emphasized the word, cluing me in a bit.

I knew what she was getting at and I was willing to let that slide for now because I didn’t want to scare her away.

With my hand still intertwined with hers, I guided us towards her table and awaiting friends. When we got there, all the girls were overly giggly and way past enthusiastic to meet me. It was obvious that her group consisted of a lot of pretty girls—especially the one who scrutinized me with laser eyes—who was more of my type, but tonight was different because, for the very first time, I was pursuing something else. God help me if I regret this decision.

“Guys, this is Bass, as all of you know already.” Emma’s soft voice tugged at me. So I gave it a light squeeze for encouragement. “This is Cece, Trista, Amber and my good friend, Lindsey.” Lindsey was more of my type—or Amber—usually.

As always, my work persona was now in place as I faced these expectant women. It was a mechanism that had shielded me well for years. “Hello, ladies. Glad to make your acquaintance.” I smiled as I guided Emma towards the leather seat.

Emma slid inside the booth and I quickly followed suit, comfortable amidst all these strangers already, which was an added bonus.

Cece, who was sitting across from us, got out of her seat and purposely sat next to me. Women like her flooded the city and I could spot a bitch with an over-hungry appetite for fame a mile away. The woman didn’t even wait a beat until she talked my ears off.

Cece’s kind were familiar to me, and typically, I could tolerate having them around. Tonight, however, I wanted to speak to Emma alone, but I didn’t want to be rude because I had just met her.

So I had to act like I was interested in Cece’s failed auditions; and it took her what? Ten minutes to ask if I could help her get roles? The woman was brazen, I would give her that.

Pretending to be engrossed in my chat with Cece wasn’t a hardship, but what amused me more was Emma’s persistence to pull her hand away from mine. The more she tugged, the harder I clutched our intertwined fingers.

Need I say that I was acting like an irrational man? It disgusted me that a guy like me was too taken by her; to the point where I kept checking the time because I couldn’t wait to get her alone.

Amber and Trista both excused themselves to find some guys. They had been openly chatting about what type they were looking for.

A few minutes later, Lindsey left as well, bidding me goodbye.

It was just the three of us and I could feel—yes, I f*uking felt it—where Emma was going with her next move.

Just as Cece thrust her overly sized, hard as rock breasts, Emma tugged away again, getting up this time. “Bass, I have to go to the bathroom.”

I saw something in her eyes and wondered where she was going with this. She couldn’t be seriously trying to hook me up with this plastic injected wannabe? Not going to happen.

“Let me take you,” I offered, wanting to follow her everywhere.

Her stricken expression gave her away. She wanted to be away from me, dismissing me already without giving a proper chance to get to know me better.

I should’ve been ticked off, but alas, it only fueled my determination.

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

Reluctantly, I let go of her hand, willing to give her a buffer from me. I was giving her this tiny space then I was going all out.

It was madness. The only explanation to this was that I could possibly be horny. Which I was, however it was also so much more than that.

My dwelling thoughts were once again casted aside as Cece’s advancement became blatantly obvious. She was now touching my thigh, rubbing. “You’re wasting your time with her. Why don’t we dance and I can show you a good time?”

Even if I was wasting my time with Emma, I certainly wasn’t going to spare a second with this woman. Her toxic personality repulsed me.

Checking the time again, it seemed that Emma had been gone for over ten minutes. My eyes immediately scanned the crowded club, feeling a daunting feeling sink in that she probably had left already. Or better yet, out to seek her other friends… or another man had caught her eye.

Not needing to waste another second with this self-centered chit, I got up and excused myself. “I better go find her, just in case she got lost.”

Cece snorted, offended that I wasn’t accepting her generous offer. “Good luck with that.”

With a curt nod, I left her all by her bitter, lonely self. I was just about to turn towards where the restrooms where located when I saw her breeze through the throng of people, aiming towards the entrance. She had this confused frown on her face as she walked about, neglecting the open, appreciative stares she was getting from her male counterparts.