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I hadn’t danced at a nightclub in more than five years. I’d forgotten how much I missed aimlessly getting lost to the beat of the music one after another.
Having this stranger approach me just made it even better.
The song ended, and I needed another drink. Something to calm down my libido.
As I stepped off the stage, I felt a hand grab my arm just below my elbow.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Rhett asked.
“I’m here with friends,” I said. I couldn’t just walk off and leave them. That would be rude and totally unprofessional.
“Let them know you’re coming to the bar with me. Share one drink with me. I won’t monopolize all of your time here with them.”
“One drink,” I replied, hoping I could keep that promise. I felt sexy in his presence, and to be honest I wasn’t ready to walk away from him just yet. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt like I needed to seize the moment and go with the flow. I hadn’t done that in my twenty-eight years, at least not with a man.
I stopped by the table to let everyone know I was going to the bar to get a drink with Rhett. Mindy and Lucy fanned themselves with their hands and told me they were about to head out. It’d been a long day, so I couldn’t blame them.
Ramiro stood and told me to stay safe and that he was going to walk the girls out to their cars and head back to the hotel. He eyed me suspiciously, a silent question to make sure I was okay staying here alone, and I nodded. The hotel was right across the street, and if at any moment I didn’t feel safe, I’d call him and he’d meet me to escort me back to my room. I knew the drill.
“What’ll it be?” Rhett asked as we stepped up to the bar.
“Blue Hawaiian,” I shouted back.
He ordered my drink and a beer for himself.
“What brings you to Miami?” I asked while we waited.
“My brothers and I decided to take a trip on a whim. They’re around here somewhere. You?”
“Business,” I responded, giving no more, no less.
“All work and no play?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m celebrating tonight before I leave on Sunday.”
Before he could respond, the bartender sat our drinks in front of us, and Rhett paid the man.
I took a huge sip to calm my nerves and looked at him.
“Let’s go see if we can find a seat upstairs,” he suggested.
This nightclub had two floors. The upstairs was more of a lounge area from what I’d read online, and we could probably hear ourselves think a little more.
We found a booth in the back of the space, and I slid inside only for him to slide in beside me.
“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” he asked, and then he took a swig of his beer.
“Years of practice. I’ve been dancing since I was little,” I responded. I didn’t like to tell random people what I used to do for a living. They always judged me once they knew. The people who attended my classes knew, but that was different. They loved that they were learning to heel dance and pole dance from a professional. The only opinions that mattered were those of the people in my close inner circle. Random strangers didn’t need to be privy to that.
“Well, it certainly paid off. I could barely keep my hands to myself,” he admitted, causing me to blush as I remembered how he gripped my hip and how his hand felt against my stomach.
“Blushing isn’t making it any easier, darlin’,” he said with a wink.
Damn him and that Southern drawl. It was quickly becoming my weakness.
Before I could make a fool of myself and blush even harder, I changed the subject.
