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“Yeah, I got impatient. You know your sister, she likes to be the center of attention, so she had to get a different dress for the reception, so I’m waiting on her to be ready.”
Shiloh’s eyes aren’t looking at me, but at her. “So, is this your new girlfriend? Your sister told me you were bringing someone.”
“This is Willow.”
I don’t expect her to say anything, but when he extends his hand, she takes it. Thatta girl. I put my arm around her waist, a thank you for her trying to keep her mouth shut.
“We’ll catch up with you guys later on,” I say, leading Willow away from him to the other side of the bar.
Willow and I look at each other, neither of us sure what to make of the exchange.
“Okay, so that was odd. He recognized you for sure. I’m sure I’ll get a call tomorrow from my sister.”
Willow pulls me close by my tie, glances up at me through her lashes, and kisses me. A kiss that makes my knees weak. Her lips are soft and when her hands run through my hair, I almost groan.
What the fuck is this for?
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Willow
The kiss causes sparks of electricity to dance between us. His lips are so soft and inviting. His arms wrap around me. We stay in this position, not paying attention to the world around us. I finally pull away and look into his eyes.
Well, hot damn! I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face.
Zane stares at me, confusion written on his face. He is wondering what the hell just happened. We are supposed to be dating, so it only makes sense. Wouldn’t people find it weird if we aren’t kissing?
However, the real reason I kissed him is because Shiloh is crossing the room to come back over here, and I did not want to talk to him. His presence fills me with a strange kind of dread that I can’t shake, so kissing Zane is the best way to distract both of us.
As Shiloh approaches, my heart races and my palms sweat. I quickly look away, hoping my actions have not been too obvious. Zane’s gaze is on me, but I refuse to meet his eyes.
The moment Shiloh is out of sight, I allow myself to relax.
“Sorry about that,” I say, my cheeks flushing a deep red.
Zane smiles and shakes his head, understanding in his eyes. “No problem. It’s just us here, so no need to apologize.”
I look into his eyes, becoming lost in them once more. I want to stay in this moment forever.
Zane whispers in my ear, “Would you like to dance?” A smile takes over my face as I nod. This is it—my one night ordeal with Zane. I will take all the time with him I can. He takes my hand, squeezing it lightly, and leads me out onto the dance floor. His hand rests on the small of my back, the heat of his touch sending a thrill through me.
We dance, our movements in sync—like we have been doing it for years. His face is close to mine, and when he looks into my eyes, an indescribable feeling surges through me. His breath is hot against my cheek, his heart beating against my own. He moves his hands to my waist, his fingertips tracing circles as if he is trying to unearth my secrets. I close my eyes, feeling his touch like an electric current, and I never want it to stop.
The music changes and the beat quickens, but Zane didn’t miss a step. He spins me around and pulls me in close, our hips finding each other’s in the rhythm. The song ends and we separate, but the connection is still there. He smiles and gives my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. I smiled back, feeling like I can burst with joy. We stay out on the dance floor for the next half hour, oblivious to the world. We talk and laugh, and we find ourselves lost in each other’s eyes. He takes my hand and leads me back to the tables where the reception is dying down, but there are still plenty of people who are wondering who I am. Zane has let me get used to the room because he introduces me to everyone. So, here it goes.
“You ready?”
I nod.
The room is full of strangers, each of them eager to meet me. We step further into the room, Zane’s hand now resting on the small of my back. Everyone’s eyes are on us, watching, questioning. As we move around, they all seem to smile and wait to hear what Zane has to say.
“This is my girlfriend,” he says. There is a collective intake of breath, the sound of surprise echoing through the room. Zane’s arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me closer to him.
As the night draws to a close, the reality of our situation set in. This is all part of a ruse, and when we step outside the door, the limo will turn into a pumpkin, and I will be just his assistant again.
But for now, I am content to bask in it for a little while longer.
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