Chapter 302

“Mayfield?” one of the other women asked, a blonde one. Although the blonde hair wasn’t nearly as stunning as the blonde hair that brushed his hand where it sat on the mystery woman’s shoulder. “As in…” “That’s right. The Mayfield is mine.” He shot them all another panty-melting grin and then turned his attention to the reason why he was in there in the first place. “Come and dance with me, baby.” He murmured in her ear. He liked the way a shiver traveled along her spine and she looked up at him, her blue gaze assessing. She could still call his bluff, but he didn’t think she would. “I’m still mad at you,” she said as she stood. She was tall and in those sky-scraper heels, they were at eye level. He liked that. He liked that a lot. “Come on now baby,” he said softly, sweeping a stray strand of hair over her shoulder, his fingertips gliding over the golden-tanned skin. “You know you can never stay mad at me for long.” “I’ll dance with you,” she said, “but I would still like an explanati