Date With Death (Welcome To Hell) by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online

spirits sank and she sternly told herself it wasn’t disappointment at the knowledge she’d managed to lose Mick for the night.
    Forget him. There are plenty of other men who are just looking for the same thing I a m— a good time. Turning her back on him, she resolved to have fun—and forgot he existed.
    Marigold let the noise and heat of hundreds of bodies thrashing to music flow over her. The hard, heavy beat proved hard to resist, and she gyrated her way onto the dance floor already crowded with writhing people. In no time at all, a male body brushed up against her rear, and tingles shot through her. Damn, I must be really fucking desperate to get aroused just from the touch of a sightless stranger.
    She kept dancing, waggling her bottom at her unseen partner , whose brief touches set her blood boiling. She’d get a look at him when the song ended and see if he met her visual requirements. In other words, not paper-bag-ugly. She didn’t care if he was interesting, smart, or rich. She just wanted to get laid, and judging by the tingles, she’d found her guy.
    The song wound down , but before she could twirl and eyeball her partner, a muscular arm snaked around her waist and a familiar voice whispered, “This would have been a lot more fun naked.”
    No freaking way. Marigold broke Mick’s hold and turned to glare at him. “Will you go away? Guys will think I’m taken if you hang around me.”
    “Exactly,” he said unabashedly.
    With a sigh of exasperation, Marigold pushed past him to the bar. She needed a drink, a large one right now. The bartender, who also knew her, handed her a frothy piña colada replete with an umbrella and cherry. Marigold took the drink with thanks and then turned to lean her back against the bar as she sipped. She almost choked.
    Mick hadn’t followed her to the bar . Oh no, the sexy bastard who’d set her blood on fire danced with not one, not two, but three bimbos! Marigold simmered even as she knew her jealousy was unreasonable. So much for him wanting me. That jerk seems awfully happy surrounded by those sluts. Good, that means he won’t bother me anymore.
    Marigold forced herself to look away , but couldn’t stop the anger, and inexplicable jealousy. Determined to prove to hi m— and hersel f— that she didn’t care, she grabbed the nearest man and dragged him out to dance. She intentionally faced away from Mick and dirty danced with her new partner, who grinned at his stroke of luck.
    With a critical eye, Marigold took stoc k— early twenties, good teeth, decent build. All in all, a decent sort. Unfortunately, he wasn’t Mick. No matter, she’d make do. She rubbed herself on the blond stranger and then flipped to spoon dance him. This gave her a direct view of Mick, who stood still, glaring at her across the dance floor. Pleased she’d gotten his attention, she smirked and ground her ass harder against her dance partner.
    When Mick began pushing at people in a straight beeline toward her, his face a dark thundercloud, she debated waiting for him, but then thought better of it. She grabbed her guy’s hand and dragged him to the exit.
    “Hey baby, where we going?”
    “Let’s get some fresh air.”
    “Sounds good. ” The guy’s inflection left no doubt as to what he thought she meant, however, Marigold had no intention of screwing the stranger she dragged out of the club. Not anymore. Despite his decent looks, something about him repelled her, and she always trusted her instincts. Hell, under normal circumstances, she would have never led him to believe she was interested. She did, however, want to antagonize Mick by making him think she was. A great plan until she got outside with the blond Ken doll and he suddenly turned into Mr. Grabby. She slapped at his hands and dodged a sloppy kiss.
    “What’s wrong with you?” he demanded angrily.
    “I changed my mind,” she retorted , and turned to walk away. But Mr. Grabby apparently didn’t grasp that no meant no.