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“Good. Then, we can dance.” He walks around the table in my direction.
I ease my hands over my ribs and belly and the smooth cotton of my bodysuit. “Not on the job.”
“You never get to enjoy all the hard work you put in. You should reap a few of the benefits. Besides, we need to make sure the musicians’ speakers work properly.” He calls to one of the singers who is adjusting her microphone, “Mademoiselle, can you play us a little something?”
Awkwardly, I clear my throat. “Luke, they are professionals and setting up. They don’t have time to indulge your whims.”
“Any requests?” the singer asks, to which Luke’s smile broadens.
“Surprise us,” he says as he takes my hand and pulls me toward the dance floor, but not before I place my iPad on the table.
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Everyone has time to dance.”
“Seriously, Luke, if the bride walks in and sees me dancing, it will look utterly—”
“Beautiful,” he says as a slow melody plays.
I stand on the dance floor with my hand in Luke’s and roll my head to the side. Embarrassment colors my cheeks as the band plays a ballad. It feels odd to be in this room, in the center of the dance floor, dancing alone with this man on display.
“Why do I have the hardest time saying no to you?” I ask, aggravated.
“Because I’m charming.” He pulls me closer, sliding his hand along my side and lacing his fingers with mine. “Close your eyes and pretend we’re the only ones here.”
As the woman begins to sing in a sultry yet silky voice, I fall into Luke’s chest. “Something” by The Beatles falls from her lips, and I sway my hips with Luke’s to the music.
This is not the first time we’ve danced together, and yet it feels far more intimate than in the past. Probably because there is a past between us, and there’s something potent in this encounter.
“I’m sorry about the kiss the other night,” he says.
“You were right. It shouldn’t have happened. I think we both had this pent-up desire to see if what we’d had back then still existed.”
He hums, “That’s probably true.”
“The first night we danced in Aruba, you held me just like this, and I remember thinking,This guy is going to ruin me. No one this handsome with this much charisma, who dances the way he does, can be any good for my heart.I had no idea what you were thinking.”
“I can tell you exactly what I was thinking. I thought to myself,If I play my cards right, this woman might just be crazy enough to marry me.”
I swallow hard, lift my chin, and boldly meet his gaze. “That was lust talking.”
“There was a whole lot of lust.”
“Too often, people mistake lust for love.”
“Sometimes, lust leads to love.”
My breath hitches, and I lift my chest with the inhale. His body stiffens, and I can feel his heart racing, drumming against my own.
I hate my heart right now.
His expression is one of desire and trepidation. I can’t stare at him, for fear I’ll fall into the abyss of his heated gaze.
I move my head to his shoulder.
His mouth lowers.
“Do you think about me the way I think about you? Late at night, when the world is asleep and you’re alone with your thoughts, do you dream of me? Because I dream about you.”
