He’s standing rather close.
Too close.
I look up to meet his eyes. They’re hardly visible in the dim light, yet his gaze feels fierce from behind the mask, and a nervous tingle forms in my stomach. The only thing I manage to do is catch my breath as I gape at him like a moron. His lightly stubbled, strong jaw frames a full mouth that curves sideways into a small smile. That is one kissable-looking set of lips. This man is doing things to my body I haven’t felt in a long time.
I want to touch those arms. My hands twitch, but I stop myself. I need to get away from him before I do something Kirsten might kill me for. Or worse, fire me.
“Thanks, but I’m not interested. I’m going to dance.”
“Look out for the goblin.”
I face him, stepping backwards so he doesn’t suck me in again.
“I can handle myself,” I quip and turn to skip the last few steps to the dance floor.
“Woo!” I shriek and continue the dancing I was enjoying earlier, reminding myself I’m not here for the men, anyway. The Cheshire Cat girl shimmies up close and answers my enthusiastic dancing with a solid twirl.
“How’s your night going?” she asks into my ear over the thumping tune. “You look like you’re having fun!”
“I am! I love this place.”
“A word of advice, move more like this.” She steps back, and shows me an objectively sexy dance move, her hips swivel smoothly from side to side and her hands glide in a sensual tangle upwards. I’m glad she can’t see my grimace. There’s no way I would dance like that for fun.
“Okay, thank you,” I shout and continue in my own style.
“You’re more likely to get a crick in the neck than a man between your legs,” the Cheshire Cat says, grinning.
I throw my head back, howling with laughter, and give her a thumbs up before I twirl to the other side of the dance floor to enjoy the music my way.
Finally, she leaves me alone.
But there’s a heat enveloping me from somewhere to my left, and before I can turn to see its source, I know it’s him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
magical
REY
“Do you know something I don’t?” Robin asks. His deep voice vibrates through me, settling like a tickle between my thighs, making me flustered.
“What do you mean?” I ask, twirling to him against better judgement.
He leans closer, and I freeze. I’m so glad he can’t see me blushing right now.
“You were dancing like the world’s about to end. Do you have any intel I should be privy to?” His warm breath meets my cheek, and I’m struggling to focus.
“Hah,” I say, shaking myself. “You’re lucky I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.” I put my fists on my hips and puff out my chest in defiance, glaring at him from under my extra-long eyelashes.
“I’m lucky?” He smirks and looks me up and down. “What if it wasn’t?”
“Well.” I tap my toe, thinking, pretending to size him up the same way he did me. “I’d dance in circles around you until you apologised.”
He rubs his chin and chuckles in response.
“So, which is it?” I prompt.
He leans in again, and I pretend not to be affected, standing still.
