A Perfect Storm by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SPENCER SEETHED IN SILENCE as Arizona smiled, teased and generally sucked up to Janes. She held on to him like a lifeline; he couldn’t tell if she was really that wobbly, or if it was one of her insane ploys.

Either way, as he’d warned her, seeing another man’s hands all over her was impossible to bear.

He got especially enraged when Janes stroked her hair with one hand, her backside with the other.

I’ll kill him.

If Arizona didn’t beat him to it.

She’d already landed one elbow and just now managed to get a knee into his groin. Janes looked livid, ready to punish her—until Arizona snuggled into him again.

She was so devious with her push/pull game.

Tangling a hand in her hair, Janes yanked back her head and put his face near her neck.

Spencer knew he had to do something, and fast.

How to get away from the redhead without causing a scene?

Several times now, she’d almost consumed him, and keeping her interested while stalling hadn’t been easy. If anything, his delay tactics had fired her up more. At one point she’d tried to get inside his zipper, offering him a hand job right there in the booth.

Despite all her efforts, he hadn’t felt a single twinge of interest. Not when he wanted only Arizona and not while she played with danger.

Ignoring the warmth of the woman’s mouth teasing his ear, Spencer quickly took in the setting of the bar.

He needed some inspiration.

Misunderstanding, Red whispered to him, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah.” Maybe he could stumble his way up front with her. Maybe he could—

Expression dark, Terry Janes turned with his hand clamped hard on to the back of Arizona’s neck, keeping her pinned close to his side, half dragging her as he started toward the back of the bar.

Fuck it.

Ready to rush him, Spencer stood—and suddenly the artist was there, tripping up Janes as he tried to show Arizona another picture he’d drawn.

Thanks to the flashing of the lights, the scene played out like a delayed movie reel. Each second of darkness moved the actors, each strobe illuminated them in a new position.

The music pulsed in Spencer’s temples, heightening his rage.

Janes tried to go around Joel, but he stuck close, spoiling his plans.

God bless the man—just the interruption he needed.

As the redhead stood next to him, Spencer said, “You’re into threesomes, right?”

“What? No!”

“Come on.” He reached for her boob. “There’s a hooker down the street that comes cheap.”

She stepped back, waffling…

Well, hell. He hadn’t expected her to consider it. “I’ll pay you, too,” he offered as a desperate insult.

And that worked.

Indignation had her shoving away from him. “Forget it!” Snatching up her purse, she started to storm off but came back at the last second, grabbed his face in both hands and planted a wet one dead on his mouth.

When Spencer finally managed to lever her away, she said, “If you ever want the real thing, come and find me here.” Then she turned and stormed away.

One catastrophe averted.

Trying for discretion, Spencer wiped off his mouth and began wending his way through the crowd.

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