Free Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) by V. F. Mason

bit of Diego Luna in a pretty kind of way as he smiled at us.
    “ What are we gonna order?”
    “ Let’s have some tequila?” It was a question, and I just nodded. Drinking wine here didn’t seem right. If I was to dance on that dance floor, I needed the bravery of strong liquor just to do that. “And nuts and some fruit.”
    “ The way you eat at every place makes me wonder how you keep that six-pack of yours.” The words slipped from my mouth the minute the guy left the table with our order, and Drake threw back his head and laughed. God, but he was handsome, especially with his sexy laughter that made me want to kiss him.
    Damned hormones.
    “ I don’t eat like this all the time; besides, I work out. Life is meant to be enjoyed, Jane, so relax and enjoy.”
    Men would never understand the struggles women went through with food. “You won’t make me dance, right?” I asked warily.
    “ No, I won’t.” The sigh of relief left me, but instantly the tension came back with his next words. “You’ll want to do that yourself.” Before I could say anything else, the couple from the dance floor joined us and I had a better look at them.
    The woman was gorgeous. Her sleek, long, black hair was up in a ponytail, and her deep green eyes made me think about precious emeralds. She had high cheekbones and olive skin. Her body was slender, yet curvy, and the red dress she wore made her a beautiful, vivid vision. She had an aura of confidence about her that made me shift uncomfortably on my seat, and my hands tried to straighten my shirt of their own accord.
    Compared to her, I looked like some kind of biker chick who was lost, and I wondered why Drake wanted me when he had female friends like her.
    I was snapped from my thoughts when the guy brought my hand to his mouth, gave me a wicked grin, and kissed it. He had black, silky hair in a man-bun, olive skin, sparkling chocolate eyes that reminded me of amber, and a lean but muscular dancer’s body.
    “ Hello, hermosa .” What was with the man calling me that? Especially when his woman didn't look bothered by his attention to me. She turned her warm smile to Drake and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the cheek. For some reason, Drake’s eyes were dark with anger. He was eyeing my hand still in Alexandro’s, and he wasn't happy.
    “ Mi bermosa , Alex,” Drake corrected.
    Spanish wasn't my best subject in school, but with the limited knowledge I had of the language, I knew he said, “My beautiful,” which made me blush and Alex laugh. He finally let go of my hand and shared a firm handshake with Drake.
    “ My friend, it’s like that, huh?”
    Drake hugged Gabby, who leaned into his touch. Her eyes moved to me, and I saw there was a slight lingering pain in them, but she quickly tried to mask it, although it was hard to miss what it meant.
    After all, it was probably how I acted around Jeremy.
    The woman had a thing for Drake, and that made me feel like shit. Unrequited love was a bitch.
    “ Yes,” was his only reply, and then our drinks finally came. When he raised his shot in salute, I decided to do the same and we drank them fast. The liquor was strong and burned my throat, but in a good way. I quickly grabbed a lime slice and sucked on it. The sour taste felt like heaven in my mouth.
    “ So what brings you here? Came to dance?”
    Since Alex’s eyes were on me, I decided to speak up. “He did. I have no clue how to do it.” I figured it was important to point out that small detail, because maybe he was some kind of king of the dance floor, and I didn't want to look like an idiot on it.
    I wasn't the best dancer to begin with; my movements were stiff and awkward. You know that one person in the group, who moves like a piece of wood, and because of that, gets attention from everybody? Yeah, that was me, but I didn't care as long as I had some fun with my girls.
    Showing my lack of skills on the dance floor with the hot guy with whom, a few hours ago, I