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

had lost my virginity didn't sound like fun to me.
    “ Oh, I can dance with Drake if you want,” Gabby said, and even her voice was sexy. The guys winced at her words, and if it wasn't obvious that she had a thing for him before, it was quite evident now.
    What the hell was I supposed to say? Maybe Drake shouldn't have brought me here to begin with, if he knew this chick had a thing for him. The nut in my hands cracked, because I squeezed it so hard.
    Alex raised his brow at me, sending me an amused glance. I was glad he found this situation funny. I mean, his girlfriend had a thing for my man and it felt like fun to him?
    Okay, then.
    Hold it.
    My man?
    Where the hell did that come from?
    Drake wasn't my anything, and to make it clear to myself and to everyone at the table, I nodded. “Sure. Be my guest.”
    Drake’s eyes darkened again and something flashed in his face, but it was quickly gone as he sent one of his best smiles to Gabby—the one, in my opinion, that made him irresistible—grabbed her hand, and took her to the dance floor. The music started playing and they began to dance, and shit, they looked so good.
    Fuck it.
    No way was I watching him touching her everywhere, and her getting off on it. I grabbed another shot and swallowed it quickly, which was followed by another chuckle from Alex.
    “ You smile a lot, don’t you?” My voice was annoyed and biting.
    He raised his brow and leaned forward; he was occupying Drake’s seat now, so he was right in front of me. “Actually, no, but you, I find hilarious.”
    I saluted him with another shot. “Then by all means, enjoy, dude.”
    “ This could have been avoided.”
    “ What?”
    “ Him dancing the cha-cha with my step-sister.”
    So she was his sister; that certainly explained why he didn't give a shit about her little crush. I shrugged and sucked on the lime. “It’s not like we are a couple; plus, he came here, right? Means he wanted to dance. I don’t know how to do that.” Without looking there, I pointed a finger to the dance floor. “So he can enjoy, and your sister too. She eyed him like a dog who had seen a bone for the first time.” I covered my mouth with my hand, mortified at the words that left it. Seriously, it was his sister. It wasn’t cool, and besides, I sounded so jealous.
    I was.
    I was stupid; that’s what I was. I couldn’t believe the situation I ended up in.
    “ She’s wanted him for a long time. Still has hope, I think.”
    Something was in his tone that was hard for me to catch. Was it resentment? “They used to date then?”
    He shook his head and took a shot as well. “No, Drake never wanted her like that.” Somehow, this brought little comfort to the jealous monster inside me. “So what brings you to Vegas?”
    “ Just some time to unwind with friends.”
    “ You and Drake are friends?”
    “ No, we met here.”
    “ Interesting.” His mouth lifted in a half smile.
    “ What about you?” Since he was asking me questions, it would be polite to act interested. The conversation would keep my mind away from what was happening on the dance floor as well.
    “ We were born and raised here. Our parents owned the place, but they retired and now travel the world.” His eyes had something cynical in them when he spoke about his folks, as though them traveling together was one big joke.
    “ That’s nice then. I mean keeping the business in the family.”
    He shrugged. “We liked to dance.”
    “ Did you do it professionally?” No way anyone could dance that good and not have some professional background; at least, that was what I thought.
    “ Gabby did. She had a partner and shit. I just always danced for fun. My career is in finance.” He smiled. “Gabby has a school of ballet as well, so all is good.”
    “ That must be nice.”
    “ It’s a passion. Do you have that in your life?” His eyes were all knowing, and then it hit me.
    “ You know,” I whispered, and he nodded.
    “ I’m a fan actually,