~William
The woman was a challenge if I’d ever seen one.
She tossed a glance over her shoulder, a little smirk playing at the edge of her lips. Like I hadn’t already caught the hint. That look said loud and clear: Come and get me.
I stepped toward the dance floor, already planning how I’d catch her. But Duke blocked me with a firm hand to my chest. He leaned in close, his voice low in my ear.
“This is a mistake.”
“You want her too,” I said.
“f**k yes, I do.” His hand didn’t move. “But I know that look in your eye. This is a one-night kind of thing, William. You can’t afford more than that—and she has no idea what she’d be signing up for.”
I clenched my jaw.
That ever-present reminder that nothing in my life was really mine. Anyone who got too close to me? They might as well paint
