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“Take it, take it, take it inside,
Gonna take what I give you, gonna open wide,
Gonna melt on my tongue, gonna taste so sweet,
Girl I’m coming for you, are you coming for me?”
As one, they all let their jackets drop and toss them into the audience. The girls scream, and the guys laugh as they break into the chorus together.
“Ice cream, you scream, scream for me,
Love every flavor in your recipe,
I wanna lick your chocolate and strawberry,
Ice cream, you scream, scream for me!”
Every time they say the word scream, we all do as we’re told.
As the song progresses, the guys strip off their waistcoats, then finally their shirts. It doesn’t look as if they’re going to go as far as Alex had to, which is a shame, but once they’re naked from the waist up, they all jump down from the stage as the guitarist goes into a wild break, and they come right up to the girls and dance in front of us.
Alex pulls me to my feet, and the others do the same to their girls. Out of the corner of my eye I see James go to Aroha and Henry approach Juliette, and both girls let the guys pull them up and start dancing.
Alex slides his arms around me, and I turn so my back is to him and wind my hips to the music, so my butt is nestled against him. He moves with me, and we dance together, the heavy beat vibrating right up through me, so I can feel it in every bone in my body.
Damn, that’s sexy. The guy can move, and even though he’s only resting his hands lightly on my hips, I feel his touch like a laser burning through me.
When the guitar break comes to an end, he turns me and plants a swift kiss on my lips, then he and the others return to the stage for the final part of the song. The lights flash across them, and then the music ends, and we all cheer and clap as they come forward and take a bow together.
The DJ immediately switches to Nine Inch Nails’Closer—another filthy song—and the guys grab their shirts and jump back down from the stage to come over to us. Saxon spins Catie into his arms and the two of them start dancing, and that’s enough to get the rest of us up. As the singer tells us exactly what he wants to do to uslike an animal, we all cheer and laugh.
We dance for ages, the DJ playing non-stop dance songs, old and new—Post Malone and ABBA, Doja Cat and Disco Inferno, Taylor Swift and Michael Jackson, all mixed up together.
After a while Alex instructs everyone to change partners, and we continue to do this for ages, until I’ve danced with most of the guys at the party. I dance with Huxley, who makes me laugh the entire time, and Saxon, who I struggle to keep up with because he’s so good on his feet, and Henry, who’s surprisingly agile for a big guy, and Jackson, who’s not a great dancer, but who seems to be enjoying himself anyway.
I’ve just danced with James when a slow song comes on—John Mayer’sSlow Dancing in a Burning Room.
“Ooh, up close and personal,” James says, pulling me close, but Alex comes over and says, “Don’t even think about it,” and James chuckles and goes off to find someone else.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” I scold Alex as he pulls me into his arms.
“He’s far too good looking,” he says. “Disco is one thing, but I don’t want any other guy having a slow dance with you.”
I’m wearing high-heeled sandals, so he’s only got a few inches on me, and I lift my arms around his neck and press up against him as we move to the music. He kisses me, and we indulge in a long smooch that soon has me tingling all over.
We dance for ages, talking and looking into each other’s eyes, while around us our friends do the same. It’s warm and sultry, and he’s gorgeous, and I’m having the time of my life. I feel fifteen again, without a care in the world, and I wish it could go on forever.
But of course all good things come to an end, and eventually, around two a.m., people start drifting off. Some go to the house if they’re staying there, others like Kip and Saxon and their girls get an Uber home, and a few go to nearby hotels in the city.
Alex waits until Damon and Belle have gone down to their apartment, and he’s about to start helping clear up when Mae takes him by the shoulders and gently steers him toward me. “Take him home,” she tells me. “The staff will clear up.”
I slide my hand into his, and together we walk over to the cable car. We get inside and close the door, and Alex presses the button to descend to the bottom level.
He sits opposite me, arms stretched out along the back of the seat. He never did his shirt back up all the way, and although he’s now wearing his waistcoat and jacket, he looks disheveled and sexy.
We meet each other’s eyes, and smile.
“I can’t believe I got down to my underwear in front of all those women,” he says. “I’m never going to live that down.”
