Destined for Love by Diane Thorne Page B

sounds good.”
    “It does, but I have a confession.” She followed the movements of those nearby. “I’ve never danced to anything like it.”
    He gave her a wide grin. “Me neither.”
    He stepped closer to her, placed his hands on her waist, and tugged her close until she bumped into the front of his body. The move took her by surprise and she gasped softly. When his hands slid over her rear, she wondered if maybe Timothy wasn’t Mr Right. He was moving too fast for her liking.
    “Want to go down to the basement? I found some private rooms down there. I’m sure I have enough cash I can wave to get us one.”
    Alarm bells blared in her head. They’d gone from greeting, to dancing, and now he'd given her an invitation to fuck in less than ten minutes. No, he was not her prince.
    “I don’t think so.” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her hard pressed to him. She braced her hands on his chest and prepared to give him a shove. “Please, let me go.”
    “Sweetheart, you know you want it.”
    Was this loser for real? Did he treat all women the way he was treating her?
    He ground his groin against her and she felt his hard cock.
    “Please, just let me go.” She squirmed in his embrace and pressed her palms against him.
    He gripped her arm tight and nudged her towards a black door in the corner. Oddly, she hadn’t seen it before, but when the light flashed she noticed the silver handle and outline of the frame.
    “Trust me, you’re going to enjoy it.”
    Val had a sinking feeling in her gut she was on the brink of discovering the truth about the basement. She had a choice to make quickly. Scream like hell, fight and cause a scene, or go with the creep. Another option danced on the tip of her tongue. She could wish for help from her two genies, but that would leave her with only one wish left.
    Timothy jerked her arm as they drew near the door. She had less than thirty seconds to decide. Her heart raced, fuelled by anger and anxiety. Damn it, she should’ve stayed at home.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    “Excuse me.” Val heard a familiar male voice.
    Timothy came to an abrupt stop. Mark stood at his side with a firm grip on the jerk’s arm. If looks could kill, Val was certain Mark had it as he faced Timothy. Overwhelming relief flooded Val. She hadn’t used one of her wishes and she didn’t have to create an unpleasant scene. But how did he get in the club?
    “I suggest you let go of her or my friend and I will escort you out of the building,” Mark said in a bone-chilling tone.
    Timothy immediately removed his hand from Val. At the same time, Mark released his hold of Timothy. The man she’d thought might’ve been Mr Right tugged on the edge of his cuffs and said, “No problem. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”
    “Good. Leave,” Mark said with a quick jerk of his head.
    The asshole glared at Val then he walked away. She took a deep breath once he had disappeared into the crowd.
    “Someone needs to teach him how to treat women,” James said, and she twisted to find him behind her. The light above flashed, revealing he wore jeans and a tight dark T-shirt, similar to the one Mark wore. Another one of Thomas’ shirts she guessed since it fit so snugly on him. If the two genies had dressed in black pants instead of jeans, they would both have been able to pass for bouncers.
    “How did you two get here?”
    “We decided to drop in for a visit.”
    His smile lifted her spirit higher.
    “We can appear within a hundred feet of wherever you are,” Mark added. “It helps us in case you decide to make a quick wish.”
    “How can you just…appear?”
    James stepped closer to her. “We’re spirits essentially, except with you.”
    “Do you see those doors?” Mark pointed to a pair near the bar. Signs above displayed the words ‘Ladies’ and ‘Gentlemen’. “Usually those small rooms are the safest place for us to teleport into.”
    “You pop in and out of places?”
    James