Free Love Tap by M.N. Forgy

I look around the dance floor.
    Chase grips my hips hard, presses his groin into the back of me, and starts swaying. I blink slowly, a little surprised by the close proximity. But by the way his fingers are digging into my skin I can tell I’m not going anywhere.
    My mouth dry, and heart beating wildly I sway with him. Trying to take Chloe’s advice and let go. Glancing across the bar Chloe has two thumbs up and a big cheesy grin on her face. I’m going to kill her.
    Slowly my eyes drift to the left and I spot Camden and some curvy brunette strutting from the back room where all the commotion was coming from.
    My chest seizes when his eyes catch mine. I look away, trying to keep up with Chase’s rhythm so I don’t lose my balance.
    Biting my cheek I glance back up, curious if he’s watching me. I’m not going to lie, I kind of hope he is watching me. I want him to get jealous. But he’s not just watching me…he’s walking toward me. His jaw clenched, and eyes fierce as he marches forward.
    I stop dancing, and swallow hard.
    Camden grabs my hips, and presses his groin into my front with such force the wind is nearly knocked from me. His arm candy stands back with her arms crossed and watching awkwardly.
    Chase grinds on my back side as Camden covers my front.
    Holy shit.
    I’m being sandwiched.
    My heart sinks, and I panic internally. I try to sway my hips with theirs but I’m off beat.
    I raise my hands to wrap around Camden’s neck, but think better of it and lower them at my side. Looking up Camden looks at me with angry blue eyes, before lowering his head next to mine.
    “Trying to tease me won’t work,” he whispers into my ear. “You’ll just get hurt in the end, and I’ll be the asshole.”
    I suck in a sharp angry breath, and press my hands against his chest and shove him back a step.
    He looks down at me, his eyes pinning me where I stand. There’s so much hate and tension building between us you could touch it. I ball my hands, and stare back. The song fading into the background.
    “Want to go get a drink?” Chase asks from behind me, completely oblivious to the stare down between Camden and I.
    “That sounds great,” I reply, never taking my eyes off Camden.
    Stepping past Camden, I stop and look up at him.
    “Maybe you should reflect on how you’re treating me before bitching about being labeled the asshole.”
    Back at the table, Chase sits next to me and I glare at a smiling Chloe.
    Commotion catches my attention and I find Camden and the model-like woman standing at the end of our booth.
    “Camden, this is Chloe and Tate,” Chase introduces.
“I know who they are,” Camden snaps as he sits down uninvited next to Chloe. His smiling bimbo sits on his lap and I grit my teeth wishing they’d leave. He’s purposely flaunting her in front of me and I’m not sure how much more I can take before I snap.
    “The gym!” Chase slaps the table. I jump, not sure what he’s going on about. “You’re the girl who was at the gym today. I knew I saw you from somewhere.”
    Giving a tight lipped smile, I nod.
    Peering up from under my lashes I catch Camden staring at me with hooded eyes. I didn’t get much of a chance to look at his face earlier. But now I can’t help but ogle him. His blond hair falls into his eyes, and his nose has a scar across it giving it a crooked look. He wears it well though. His eyebrow is missing a few hairs dead in the center, giving him that tough guy persona. He has grown so much since I’ve seen him last.
    “So how do you guys know each other?” Chase interrupts our staring contest.
    “I grew up with them.” Camden shifts the brunette on his lap. Her white top about to bust at the seams from her large breasts. “But that’s history.”
    “Give it a rest, Camden,” Chloe snaps.
    Taking another swig of my beer, Camden is still staring at me. As if he’s expecting something. Maybe he wants me to say I’m sorry.
    “Look, Camden—”
    “Save it.” His