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Polite applause sprang up as she led him to the center of the dance floor. Barbara Rhodes must have seen them coming. The orchestra stopped in midbeat, and the chairwoman took hold of the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to give you Ms. Alexandra Thorpe and her prize!"
Laugher, and more applause. Alex smiled and turned toward Travis, but her smile faltered when she saw the way he was looking at her. The orchestra began playing. The music was lush and romantic. Travis reached out and gathered her into his arms.
-"Are you a good dancer, Ms. Thorpe?" he said softly. "Do you know how to let your body find the right rhythm?"
"I'm an excellent dancer. But I don't like to be held so tightly."
Travis smiled and drew her closer. "You seem stiff in my arms. Is it because you haven't—" his pause was slow and deliberate "—because you haven't—danced enough, lately?"
Alex colored. "I don't know what you mean."
"Maybe you haven't had the right man. To dance with, I mean."
Her color deepened. What pleasure it was, to chip away at that arrogant composure and autocratic veneer.
"I could lead you in steps you've only dreamed of, Ms. Thorpe. All you have to do is admit that you want me for your teacher."
"That's enough!"
Alex tried to pull back but Travis's arm tightened around her. "Why did you pay twenty thousand bucks for me, Sugar?" He smiled through his teeth. "Your face is like an open book, Ms. Thorpe. You're torn between wanting to sock me in the jaw and turning tail and running like a scared rabbit."
"I never run from anything." Alex's voice hummed with fury. "But you've certainly got the first part right."
"Either way, five hundred people are watching us. And there's a TV camera pointed in our direction. Do you really want to make headlines, Ms. Thorpe?"
"You're a horrible man!"
"I'm an honest one. You paid a lot of money for me, and it didn't have a damned thing to do with charity."
"You overestimate your charm, sir."
"You paid it so you could go to bed with a man who'd make you feel something. And then you turned chicken."
Alex stopped moving. Travis did, too. She looked up at him, eyes blazing. "I really, really despise you!"
Travis laughed. "Ah, darlin', where's all that hauteur gone to ' I know that's a mighty big word for a cowboy to use but I never said I was a cowboy, Ms. Thorpe. You were the one who decided that."
The music changed, became a waltz. Travis began moving in time with it. There was no choice. Alexandra began moving, too.
He circled the room with her in his arms, faster and faster, holding her so that her body was pressed to his. Her breasts, her thighs... God, how he wanted her. He could almost feel the heat of her, burning his skin. Yes, hatred blazed in her eyes but he knew women, and desire. And he could see something more in those eyes, besides hatred.
"What are you afraid to admit, Alex?"
His whisper was velvet-soft. Alex felt breathless. How had this happened'? How had he taken control?
"I'm not afraid of anything." Even she could hear the tremor in her voice.
"Then tell me the truth," he said roughly. "Admit that you want me."
"I don't!"
Travis laughed. "Liar," he said, and whirled her faster and faster.
CHAPTER THREE
IT WAS a hell of a time to think of Jonas, but suddenly his father's voice was in his head.
"So now you think you're gonna fight for truth and justice," he'd said, the day Travis had been admitted to the Bar. "Well, lemme tell you somethin', boy. Only winners get justice, and liars never see the truth until you rub their noses in it."
For the first time, Travis decided Jonas might be right. There was only one thing to do, and he did it. He danced Alexandra Thorpe into a corner, bent her over his arm, and crushed her mouth beneath his.
He heard the insulted hiss of her breath, felt her first frantic struggles... and then, with a little sigh, she parted her lips and let him in.
He whispered her name, drew her up, gathered her into his arms. Her heart raced against his; her slender arms were cool as she looped them around his neck. She tasted like honey; she smelled like springtime. God, how he wanted her. How he needed her...
A cheer. A smattering of applause. Appreciative, pleasant laughter.
He heard them, but he didn't give a damn. Alex did. She tore her mouth from his, dropped her arms and flattened her palms against his chest.
"Stop it," she hissed.
He lifted his head and gave her a sexy smile that said the kiss was only the beginning. And why wouldn't he? Alex shuddered. She'd been kissing him the way she'd never kissed a man in her life, but he had no way of knowing that. Kissing him right here, in front of all these people.
