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“Do you even dance?” Teagan asked, turning back to Jaxon.
“Course I dance.”
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really.”
“Really. Do you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, so are we?”
“Yeah…” Teagan grinned as Jaxon guided her to an empty spot near Britt and Brad.
The type of dancing that went on here was decidedly more schooled than other clubs, but Teagan had taken social dancing for two years at University. Jaxon was surprisingly astute with the steps as well. Maybe a bit rusty, but he warmed up.
He kept his eyes on her and spun her around, holding her close, his hand splaying her lower back.
“Whoa. You can actually… do this.”
He smirked. “I took dance lessons for all of last year to pick up the women in the class. Don’t you breathe a word of that to anyone.”
“Animal,” she accused, still smiling when he released her and pulled her back into an even closer hold.
He arched his eyebrows for a moment before his hand moved down to squeeze her bum.
“Jaxon!” she exclaimed, not missing a beat and stepping back from him again.
“That’s a step, YouTube it.”
“That’s move, is what that is.”
“Depends,” he replied, grinning again. “Is it working?”
She wasn’t about to give him the benefit of knowing how it affected her, so she simply dropped the subject and used the next opportunity she had to return the favor. “It appears to be working.”
The song ended so he pulled her into a low dip and then back up again so they could clap for the band.
The next song that came on was quite a bit slower. A samba, if Teagan was hearing it right. She immediately felt nervous, glancing up at him through her lashes. “If you want to sit this one out, we can.”
“Are you kidding? This one’s my favorite. You press your ass against me for most of the dance.”
She laughed nervously.
“But I think I might be thirsty,” he said slowly, eyeing her for a moment. “Fancy a drink?”
She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
He slid one hand around her waist while they walked toward the bar. “Just tell me what you want, Teagan, it’s that simple.”
“A drink,” she replied, smiling up at him as he went to order. “Just water with a lime.”
She hung back and waited, and he brought her the water, clutching a beer for himself as they made their way to a table. She sipped at it for a moment. “Is it that simple, though?” she heard herself asking. “I just have to ask you and you’ll do it?”
“I mean, within reason.”
“I never liked samba when we had to do it in class. Too intimate.”
“You don’t like that?” he asked, sipping at the beer.
