Jordan, Olivia - Taletha's Salsa Sweethearts [Studio Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Olivia Jordan Read Free Book Online Page A

was left of the night, starting by going to the bar and ordering a shot of tequila. He’d barely had time for the burn in his throat to dissolve when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and found himself facing Emily.
    “Can I buy you another one?” she asked.
    “Thanks, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t want to get shitfaced and do something stupid.”
    Emily hopped up on the barstool and crossed her legs. She eased up against the bar and stuck out her chest, showing off her breasts, pushed up by a bra and peeking out of her tight shirt. Once again, he shuddered, and scooched away as much as the barstool would allow.
    “Oh, come on. Why do you have to be so mean?” she asked, her lips forming a pout.
    “You’re attracted to me, and I’m not attracted to you. So I don’t want there to be any flirting or teasing between us. I don’t want there to be any confusion. We are not lovers, and I don’t think we ever will be. I’m sorry. You’re lovely. It’s just not going to happen.”
    “You’re just saying that because you’re into Taletha, and you’re reeling because she broke your heart.”
    “Taletha didn’t break my heart. These things happen”
    “Everything would be as good as new right now if you danced with me.”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We’ve both been drinking, and I’m not convinced you won’t try to make another move on me. Which, for the record, I don’t want you to do.”
    “You’re just saying that because you don’t know what you want.” Emily leaned over and placed her head on Adam’s shoulder. “I could prove that you want me, if you’d just give me a chance.”
    Adam hurried to stand up. As he rushed from her touch, Emily lost her balance and slipped from her barstool. Although he didn’t want to keep encouraging her, he couldn’t find it within himself to let her crash to the floor, so he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into a sitting position. Emily took the opportunity to grab his wrist and pull his face toward hers. Adam realized what was going on, and managed to miss the kiss by a few inches. Her lips pressed against the air.
    “You’re such a tease,” Emily whined.
    “Excuse me from trying to keep you from falling. Though really, you probably deserve it, given the way you’ve been acting. But it’s against my principles to allow a fellow dancer to get hurt.”
    Emily narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean, I probably deserve to fall?”
    “I mean you won’t leave me alone even though I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not interested in you. You keep flirting even though I say I don’t want any of that between us. You acted like a total brat tonight in front of everybody. I try not to be judgmental, and I certainly try not to wish physical harm on people, but quite frankly, my patience is wearing thin. I wouldn’t exactly feel sorry for you if you’d taken a tumble to the floor.”
    “Damn, you’re an asshole.”
    “Would me being an asshole make you leave me alone? Because if that’s the case, I’ll be a jerk all the time.”
    “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re hot, and I want you. Come on, we’re going to dance.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him off of his barstool, heading toward the dance floor.
    Adam let his body go heavy, so that she couldn’t drag him along. “No. I don’t want to dance with you.”
    “And you have bad manners. You’re only supposed to refuse a dance if you’re tired, or if you really don’t like the song.”
    “I am tired. I’m tired of your shenanigans.”
    “That doesn’t count.” Moving as quick as a whip, Emily reached out and grabbed Adam’s crotch. His cock started to spring to life at the unwanted attention, but Adam’s mind was disgusted at her touch, and the brief moment of arousal quickly fizzled out. Adam grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled it away.
    “Ouch! You’re hurting me!”
    “Don’t grab my junk, okay?