Dance with me

The house was pumping when I arrived at Harper's. I had to park all the way down the street and walk in these now painful heels and it sucked. Guess I should have arrived earlier if I wanted my spot.

When I reached the porch, Tate and Harper were there flirting up a storm with each other. Then she saw me and nearly fell from the porch railing.

"Yay!! You came!" She ran down the steps and hugged me.

I laughed as I hugged her back. Tate's brows rose when I looked in his direction and felt a bit self-conscious.

"Jake is going to lose his shit when he sees you," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Are you trying to kill that boy?"

I shrugged with a laugh.

This outfit was obviously for him and to secretly shove in Asher's face, but we'll keep that little bit of information to ourselves.

"Where can I get something to drink?" I asked as I looked around at all the familiar faces. I waved at several of them I knew from school as they waved back. I may not be popular by any means, but everyone knew me.

"Kitchen. Asher went all out," Harper hiccuped, "I already got started."

"I can see that..." I giggled as I held my arm around her waist and brought her back to Tate on the porch. "Take care of her, Tate. I need a drink."

I said hey to several more people and waved at others as I made my way through the house and into the kitchen. Asher really did go all out. The whole counter space was covered with several different kinds of booze and that's when I found my poison: Vodka Red-bulls.

After I poured my drink, I leaned against the counter and took my first sip of the night. My eyes landed right on Asher's over the rim of my cup and he stared at me with this dark, seductive gaze that I had never seen him look at me with before. My heart began to pound and my hands shook. Why the hell did he affect me so damn much?

He pushed off the table he was leaning against and made a direct line straight toward me. Shit! What do I do?!

I panicked and felt frozen to the floor as he stopped right in front of me. My heart began to race faster and my hands turned sweaty. Why was he looking at me like that? What did he want?

His eyes slid down my body before he stared into my gaze again. "That's a very dangerous dress to be wearing, don't you think, Stanford?"

I still had my cup up to my mouth as I nervously laughed into it. It made a weird echoing sound as I pulled it down. I knew this dress would be dangerous, but I wore it to see the reaction I'd get from Asher. Never in a million years would I think he'd notice right away, or even come over to remark on it.

"What's so dangerous about it?" I asked coyly.

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked as he brought his hand up and slid his fingers down my neck, over my collarbone, and right between my cleavage. His hand paused just beneath my breasts as he slipped a finger inside the black material and caressed just beneath my right breast cup.

I inhaled a sharp breath and mentally scolded myself for letting him affect me this much. I was seconds away from saying screw the rule before I jumped his bones, but then I stepped back out of his reach.

"Well, then it's a good thing I didn't wear it for you," I teased before I sipped from my drink again. He still stared down at me as I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. He made my skin burn. All he had to do was look at me and I was a goner.

"Who did you wear it for?" A flash of jealousy swam through his gaze, but then he composed himself with his familiar tough-guy facade he liked to hide behind.

I laughed. "That's none of your business." Then I felt two arms wrap around my waist as a face nuzzled into my neck.

"There you are."

Jake.

I watched Asher's glare move to Jake as if he were going to kill him. I smiled and turned in Jake's arms.

"Hey, you... I was just coming to look for you," I replied in my sexy voice.

"You were?" Jake asked with a grin as his gaze moved down to my cleavage.

"Definitely. Want to dance?"

Jake nodded as he kept an arm around my waist and pulled me toward the back door. I didn't know why, but I looked over my shoulder at Asher and saw him glaring after us with pure rage. His jaw was tight and his hands were clenched at his sides.

I couldn't think about that, though. I was here to let loose with Jake for a single night and that's exactly what I planned on doing.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Jake started grinding against me. His hands gripped my hips tightly and I just let my body sway to the rhythm of the music. Jake was surprisingly a good dancer and it helped to get me into it.

But when I looked up, I saw Asher staring back at us and he looked perturbed as hell. A wicked grin tugged at my lips and I knew my next actions were pure evil, but he deserved it.