She Will Be Loved

Chapter Two: So Screw Me

[Sam's P.O.V]

"You're pathetic."

"I know."

"Why don't you ask her to dance?"

"She'll kick me."  

"How do you know?

"She's done it before."

"You've asked her to dance before?"

"No. I asked her to rock the bed with me. Predictably the answer was no, followed by an almost kick to the groin."

Dallas winced in sympathy. "Ouch,"

"Yeah."

There was a beat of silence before, "You're pathetic."

"I know,"

"Good. Just wanted to make that clear."

"I get it."

"She looks pretty," there was a contemplative note in his voice I didn't appreciate.

"Yeah, pretty,"

'Pretty' didn't justify how stunning she was. The silk lavender gown clung lovingly to her curves, emphasising the delicate dip of her waist before flaring out at the hips. It was a low cut, teasing the male eye with the hint of cleavage it revealed. Honestly, as much as I tried to pry my eyes away, I only managed it for a few agonizing seconds before my eyes were dragged back against my will.

Okay, so not totally against my will. Kat was a beautiful woman. It was purely chemical what I felt towards her, a completely natural reaction.

Right, keep telling yourself that.

I sighed and leaned back against the wall, taking a swig of my beer without taking my eyes off her small, curvaceous frame. Was it slightly stalker-ish that I was hidden away in the darkest corner gaping at the attractive young woman? Yes, it was. Did I care?

Not a whit.

"Are you just gonna hide away here the entire night staring at the object of your desire?

"Yep,"

"I see,"

Dallas frowned for a minute before his face smoothed out. There was a calculating gleam in his eyes that I didn't like. I only worried for a second, though, before I looked back at Kat who was, much like myself, standing aside from the crowd. She looked decidedly uncomfortable and bored. I also noticed the several empty glasses of wine on the table next to her.

I smirked. As much as I wanted to approach her and tease her about her alcohol problem, I was quite attached to my family jewels.

Kat leaned over the snack table and I was momentarily distracted by the way the fabric pulled tight over her rounded, luscious behind. Then she straightened and dipped the prawn into a little sauce. I watched her suck on it before biting into it. I practically salivated when some of the sauce dripped in between her creamy breasts.

Lord help me, I wanted to lick it off her.

Unfortunately, Kat was on the go and grabbed a napkin to wipe away the mess.

"Well, if you're not gonna ask her to dance, then I sure as hell am,"

I nodded absently, his words not registering in my lust muddled brain.

It was only when I saw Dallas wrap an arm around her small waist and hoisted her - against her loud complaints - onto the dance floor that his words penetrated the fog.