Free Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2) by Cassy Roop Page B

and someone else wanted Dominic. It would be a win-win situation for the both of us.
    A picture came through on my phone of Ashley and Rownan dancing together at Intentions. As much as it raged me to see my pet dancing with another man, the thought of what it must be doing to Dominic right now, made the sacrifice worth it.
    Downing my glass of scotch, I reached for my suit jacket and slipped it on with practiced grace. I placed my phone in my front pocket and grabbed my keys. I needed to get to the club to bear witness to Dominic losing his shit right there in the middle of that dance floor.
     

 
    Several shots, the pulsing beat of the music as it pumped into the air, and the company of a gorgeous, sweet man had made my birthday almost tolerable. Sweat was running down my back and causing the fabric of my blue tunic dress to cling to my skin, soaking up the moisture. Rownan had sweat on his brows as he moved smoothly to the beat of Enrique Iglesias’ “I’m a Freak” pummeling through the club. He honestly did have some “mad skills” as he put it. How in the world a man of his height could move like he did was beyond me. He was graceful, the way his tall muscular body swayed to the beat of song.
    I began to relax more as the alcohol began circulating through my veins and found myself laughing and having fun with Rownan. Even though Dominic wasn’t far from my mind, I enjoyed the fact that the devastation I felt was currently at a dull roar instead of screaming at me inside of my skull.
    The song changed beats, becoming the more sensual, sultry pulse of R. Kelly’s “Bump and Grind.” Rownan reached for my hand, pulled me closer to his body, and began to gyrate his hips against mine. The move was intimate and sexual, and I felt my traitorous body respond to his movements. I stiffened slightly feeling like I was betraying Dominic all over again by allowing another man to put his hands on me, but Rownan just edged me on and soon I joined him matching him move for move. We smiled at each other as we lost ourselves into the moves and the music. The hair of my side ponytail clung to my cheeks as the heat in my body began to build.
    Without warning, Rownan spun me around to where I was now facing the direction he once was and my gaze fell upon Asher. He was perched upon a barstool with his drink in hand staring at me with something that looked like rage and heat in his eyes. I continued dancing with Rownan, hoping that he didn’t notice the falter in my step by the unexpected surprise of seeing Asher in the club. As the song came to an end, Rownan squeezed me into a quick chaste hug before leaning in to me.
    “You up for another drink, love?” he asked as I kept my eyes pinned on the sorry excuse for a man behind him at the bar. Asher stood up from the stool and nodded his head behind him toward the hallway that led to an exit and the bathrooms, signaling me without words that I was to follow.
    “Sure,” I said smiling up at him. “I’ll take a beer this time, but I need to hit the ladies room first. Grab one for me and I will meet you at the bar?” I said as I plastered on a fake smile. Rownan squeezed my hand before letting it go and walking over to the bar to order our drinks. I drew in a shaky breath before I looked to make sure that Rownan didn’t see who I was about to meet up with and set off toward the hallway.
    I tried to conjure up the bravery that people said you got when you were tipsy or drunk, but I was finding it harder and harder to do as I approached Asher. Dread filled my stomach to the point of sickness, causing my steps to falter slightly.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” I bit out through clenched teeth. I had followed his orders; I did everything he asked me to, including destroying my love, my best friend and my own heart. His constant need to check up on me was sincerely beginning to piss me off more than I already was.
    “So happy to see me, Ashley. I would watch your mouth if