Chapter 3：First Step to Forgetting Lorenzo

Brittany’s POV

"Nothing!" I said a little too cheerfully. "Yeah, everything's good."

I declined Lorenzo's call, wincing because I knew once I rejected it, he'd absolutely lose his fucking mind. Then I completely shut off my phone. With it off, he couldn't track me anymore. This time I had to keep my promise and end this shit for good.

"Alright, what do you want to drink, Brittany?" Alexander asked me, leaning closer, his minty breath brushing against my face and making me dizzy.

"Uh, um... what?"

He chuckled deeply. "A drink? What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, uh, how about a White Claw?" I asked like it was a question. Alexander smiled at my response.

"White Claw?"

I shrugged. "Well, I don't really drink much." I couldn't stand the taste of beer in college, and when I went out with friends, I always had White Claws.

When I was dating Lorenzo, he wanted me to quit drinking entirely. I nervously rubbed my arms, sensing his slightly mocking judgment of my beverage choice.

"I really don't know what else to order."

"Hmm, don't drink? Never?"

I shook my head, and he let out that husky, low laugh. His laugh made my insides clench and tingle. He was too sexy.

Too fucking sexy. He was so goddamn sexy that just looking at him, being this close to him, made my entire body go soft. I felt little butterflies dancing in my stomach, my lower belly pulsing with lustful craving.

"So what are you doing in a bar then?" His gaze fell on the suitcase I'd dragged in with me. "Sorry, no offense, but beautiful lady, you look like you've been kicked out..."

I blushed, laughing to cover my embarrassment, then looked down at my hands, thinking about whether to tell him about Lorenzo. I wanted to hide the fact that I'd just ended a relationship.

For some reason, my first instinct was not to tell him about Lorenzo. Tonight I didn't want to think about Lorenzo anymore. Step three: forget Lorenzo, I chanted in my mind.

"It's okay," Alexander said, his voice gentle. "Want to dance instead?"

Before I could answer, Alexander took my hand and led me toward the dance floor. His touch sent electricity shooting up my arm, and I followed him like I was under some kind of spell.

The music was loud, bass thumping through the floorboards and into my chest. Alexander pulled me close, one massive hand settling on my lower back, the other still holding mine. The heat radiating from his body made me feel like I was standing too close to a fire.

"I don't really know how to dance," I admitted, having to raise my voice over the music.

"Just follow me," he murmured, his lips close to my ear. His breath against my neck made me shiver.

We moved together, and fuck, the way this man's body felt against mine was intoxicating. His chest was solid against my breasts, his thigh brushing between my legs as we swayed. Every point of contact sent heat racing through my veins.

Alexander's hand on my back slid lower, fingers spanning my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch of space between us. I could feel every muscle in his torso, the way his breathing deepened when I pressed against him.

"You smell incredible," he growled into my ear, his voice rough with something that made my knees weak.

My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his t-shirt. Jesus Christ, he was built like a fucking god. My fingers traced over his pecs, and I felt him tense under my touch.

"Brittany," he said my name like a prayer, and the way it sounded in his deep voice made wetness pool between my thighs.

I tilted my head back to look at him, and the intensity in his gray-green eyes nearly undid me. His pupils were dilated, his breathing heavy. One of his hands came up to cup my face, thumb brushing over my cheek.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, and I felt myself melting.

The song changed to something slower, more sensual, and Alexander's movements became more deliberate. His thigh pressed more firmly between my legs, and I couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped me. The friction was driving me crazy, building heat low in my belly.

"Alexander," I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for.

His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel his arousal pressing against my hip, hard and demanding, and it made me dizzy with want. This was insane. I didn't do this. I didn't grind against strangers on dance floors and get so turned on I could barely think straight.

But with Alexander, I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to be wild and reckless and completely out of control.

His lips brushed against my temple, then my cheek, leaving a trail of fire. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he murmured, his voice strained.

I pressed closer, my body moving against his in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the heat building between us. His sharp intake of breath told me he felt it too.

"Brittany," he said again, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair. "Do you want to get out of here?"

The question hung in the air between us, loaded with promise and danger. I knew what he was asking. I knew what would happen if I said yes.

Alexander leaned down, his lips barely grazing my ear as he spoke in that wet, sinful voice that made my entire body clench with need.

"Do you want to come home with me?"

The words sent a shock of pure lust straight to my core. I looked up at him, this gorgeous, mysterious man who made me feel things I'd never felt before.

"Brittany?" he said my name like a prayer.

Fuck. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.

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