Free The Final Note (DJ Series Book 1) by Helen J. Barnes Page B

yourself.”
    I can’t help but feel a little gutted but out on the dance floor I’m soon swept up in the music as I rock my hips in time to the music. The bass and the atmosphere are intoxicating and I pop out some moves with Corrine. I close my eyes and go with the flow, grinding with Corrine and letting the euphoric sounds take me away. When I open my eyes I come face to face with Dayton who is standing before me, watching my every move, his lip caught between his teeth. I give him a lazy grin before I feel his hands slide around my waist and pull me gently to him.
    I straddle his leg and rock my body against his. He is firm and solid beneath my palms and he moves in perfect time with me, running his hands up my back and causing lust to ripple from my core. Just the feel of his hands on my body is doing explosive things to my libido. I turn in his arms and press my bottom into his groin, swaying my hips and pushing my back to his chest. He gathers my hair and pulls it back over my shoulder before placing a chaste kiss on the side of my throat and inhaling my hair.
    I close my eyes and revel in the pleasure of feeling him against me whilst I run my nails up his denim clad thighs. “You look good enough to eat, Alannah Matthews. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
    I smile and turn my face to his, tipping my chin and putting my lips to his. He returns the kiss and I turn in his arms, pulling him to me and going up on tip toes to deepen the kiss, needing to taste him. He explores my mouth with his tongue, making me groan and press the length of my body against his. He smiles against my mouth. “I take that back, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
    “Of course I do,” I tease before kissing him again, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
    Someone clears their throat and pulls on Dayton’s shoulder. “If you’ve finished, Brent is asking for you. He’s finished throwing up,” Regina snaps and Dayton looks at her in surprise.
    “Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry, Alannah, I’ll be right back,” he says to me before turning and following a very pissed off Regina.
    I sway on the spot and decide a quick bathroom break is needed. I leave the girls and head to the restrooms to freshen up. It’s quiet in here now and the cool quietness is welcoming. I smile at the make-up attendant before slipping into one of the many vacant cubicles. I hear the outside door open and Regina speak to who must be the attendant. “Julie, take your break while it’s quiet.”
    “Fine,” Julie replies before I hear the outside door open and close again. I think we’re alone in the ladies by design rather than chance so I take a deep breath before pulling my wits about me and stepping out to the wash basins. Regina is standing at the sink, combing through her blond locks. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror but she offers no smile. I start to wash my hands silently.
    “You know, Dayton and I have been friends for a long time,” she pipes up and I look up, meeting her penetrating gaze but saying nothing. “I’d never let anyone hurt him. He deserves better.”
    Her words hang in the air and when I don’t immediately reply she quirks one perfectly shaped eyebrow in question. I give her a bland look, does she mean Dayton deserves better than me? Someone like her? Who the hell does she think she is? Stalking me into an empty restroom and thinking she can warn me off someone that isn’t even hers. I dry my hands then give her an even and cool look. “Regina, the only way I’ll hurt him is if he is into rough sex.”
    I hear her intake of breath and before she has a chance to answer I give her a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile, trying to mentally pop a halo out of the top of my head. Then I walk out, leaving her standing there, mouth open and speechless.
    “Silly bitch,” I giggle to myself before heading back to the booth where the girls have returned and Dayton and Brent are both sat. I lay a little kiss on Dayton’s cheek then he