10
Casey
The f*****g balls on Ricky—stubborn as hell, more self-control than any man I’d ever met.
He left again before I got a chance to sneak back into the lounge after my set to talk to him. Same as the night before, I danced my second set with only the eyes of salivating pigs glued to me when all I’d wanted were the intense blue of one Mr. Capone.
At least he’d openly admitted to wanting me, and given the opportunity, I expected I could get him to cave. I also expected he feared that fact, thus the taking off before I could talk to him again.
I needed to find out what the f**k his story was so I could break down his damn walls, get what I wanted—both physically and to help heal the pain in his eyes over whoever she was, that her he’d spoken of right before we’d kissed.
An hour la
