Unfinished Business by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

the woman could be trusted, but still he wouldn’t tell her but so much. “And I’m Alexander Maxwell, a friend of Christy’s who’s in town for a few days visiting from Houston. Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m sure you can see she’s had a little too much to drink, and I want to take her home.”
    The woman stared at him for a moment, and then as if she had reached the conclusion that he could be trusted she moved aside.
    “Come on, Christy,” he said, reaching out and gently pulling her into his arms.
    “Umm, I want to dance with you before I go, Alex,” Christy murmured softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and blatantly rubbing her body against his.
    “No, I’m taking you home.”
    “No! I want to dance.”
    Alex stared at her, saw the stubbornness lining her features, and quickly decided if one dance was what it would take to get her out of this place without causing a scene, then so be it. The band had taken another break and taped music was playing. The song by OutKast, “The Way You Move” was just beginning to play. “OK, let’s dance,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
    Although Alex knew he didn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself on the dance floor, since he felt that he was a pretty good dancer, he was not prepared for the dance moves Christy was throwing his way. Damn, but he loved the way she moved, just like the song said.
    He couldn’t help but watch her body shimmy to the beat of the music as she threw everything she had into it—breasts, hips, hands, legs. And he couldn’t ever recall seeing a pair of buttocks wiggle like hers.
    Perspiration began forming on his forehead as he kept dancing and watching her. Regardless of the fact that she was, technically, dancing under the influence, never before had he seen any woman work her body like this. If she shook any more, she would be shaking herself right out of her short skirt.
    When she suddenly eased up to him and shimmied, rubbing provocatively against him, he had to forcibly remind himself that she was not herself. And although he was aware of that fact, the combination of her outfit, shoes, hairstyle, and deliciously moving body parts was enough to push that not so minor detail to the back of his mind.
    Almost but not quite .
    When it came to Christy he would always be driven to do the right thing, although he had a strong feeling that before the night was over, doing the right thing would nearly kill him.
    When the music ended, Christy sagged against him. He gently picked her up and carried her off the dance floor. He took the time to swing by the bar to grab her purse from Shemell before walking out of the club with Christy nestled in his arms.
    A few blocks from the nightclub, Alex pulled his car off to the side of the road and turned to Christy. For someone who’d been completely drained when he’d taken her off the dance floor, she now appeared to have gotten zapped with an overabundance of energy. “For Pete’s sake, Christy, do you want me to have an accident?”
    He knew she was still under the influence, but he wished she would keep her hands to herself. They had barely gotten out of the club’s parking lot when she unsnapped her seat belt and leaned over and began licking around his ear. Then she had reached down and begun rubbing her hand over his crotch while her fingers slowly inched their way to his zipper.
    “I want you, Alex,” she said, leaning over and licking his lips with her tongue.
    What she was doing to him felt good, and he was trying like hell to ignore the effects it was having on some of his body parts. He sighed deeply and gently pushed her back in her seat and reached over and snapped her seat belt in place. Alex knew it was the drug talking and before tonight was over things would get worse. Ketamine wasn’t a drug to mess with. Besides causing an increase in sexual desire, impaired motor functions, and slurred speech, it could result in aggressive or