I remember the look on his face when I stepped out of the bedroom, dressed to kill. He knew exactly what I was doing, and it was driving him crazy. The tight purple top hugged my curves, and the unbuttoned jeans showed just enough to make him squirm. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way he wanted to touch me, to claim me, but he knew he couldn’t. That was the point, wasn’t it? To tease him, to make him ache with need. I walked past him, leaving him to his thoughts, and headed out to the club, where I knew I’d be the center of attention. And I loved every second of it.