“I should have thought it obvious.”
His voice was low, deep … sexy. And … familiar?
That thought was followed by another thought. An unexpected thought. A bizarre thought. A disturbing thought.
Sir Stick Up His Ass?
It can’t be.
She hadn’t seen or heard from him since their conversation via direct message. After that last one of his, it had been radio silence between them.
The ironing board dance like this guy?
Not possible.
Speak with a voice that could hit a girl’s G-spot?
Not. Possible.
Effortlessly he swept her across the dance floor, making it feel like her feet never touched the marble floor.
This guy knew how to lead. No hesitation where to go next. No moment when his body told her body she would have to take over.
And she did. She always did.
If I tried with him, I bet he wouldn’t let me.
That thought made her furious.
She peered up at him. She could tell by the tilt of that mask he was looking down at her chest because her heart had suddenly decided to do its own rendition of “Flight of the Bumblebee.”
His hands swallowed hers and held her firm. But not too tight. Now she wished she’d taken off her gloves so she could feel his skin.
If his hands were like his dancing, they would be smooth, polished and elegant. But if they were like his voice, they would be rough and calloused—hands with a history … of … doing … things.
“I’m not that bad, am I?” he asked. “I haven’t danced in a while, but it’s like riding a bike, right? Or driving a car.”
She stiffened and frowned. “Driving a car?”
“Sure. I have to maneuver you around the floor.”
She tried to detect some inflection, some tone that would suggest a deeper significance to that last comment, but as she did, he made a sudden move left to avoid colliding with another couple, and she slammed into his chest, her chin brushing against the suede of his tunic.
“I don’t need you to come to my rescue,” she snapped.
She’d almost made the mistake of addingSir Stick Up His Ass.
She wasn’t about to reveal she knew who he was. At least not yet.
What if I’m wrong?
“Perhaps,” he said, “I did it for their protection rather than yours.”
A chuckle burst from her gut and she pulled back, feeling her breath catch. She bit her lip to stop her laughter.
“You’ll have to get it back,” she said.
“What’s that?”
