Page 52 of Say It Isn't So

“Rina,” I started, not sure what I was going to say next. Not that it mattered anyway, because she stopped me.

“I better find Stefan and make my rounds.”

I watched as she walked away, her red heels taking each step in stride, but not without tossing me a look over her shoulder. “What is she doing?”

“What’s who doing?”What is it with people interrupting my thoughts tonight?I shook my head to clear away the fog and my eyes fell on Bianca.

Finally, the one woman I wanted to talk to tonight was standing before me and I tried my hardest not to let my gaze lust downward. It seemed I did a lot of that where Bianca was concerned. What could I say? Bianca had a great rack and she showed it off in everything she wore.

“Rina,” Bianca said, angling her head in her direction.

I shrugged. “Doing what she does best apparently—networking.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “She’s intense.” Shaking her head, she added, “You know what, I don’t want to talk about her. The night’s still young. We look great, let’s have some fun.”

I cocked a brow. “What’d you have in mind?”

She brought her hand to her hair and started wrapping a lock of it around her finger. Wetting her lips, she pointed to some blond-haired guy over in the corner. “Do you see that guy over there?” She brought her finger to my chest and I wanted it to trail further down. I was addicted to her touch. “He asked me to dance—”

“I’d think twice about that if I were you.” I narrowed my eyes and grabbed her finger, holding it in my hand.

Her eyes danced with amusement.So she was enjoying toying with me.

“You dance with me,” I threatened, “or you dance with no one.”

“Good,” she responded simply, shifting her weight to one side as she jutted out her hip. “Because you’re the only one I’m interested in dancing with anyway.”

I dropped the grip I had on her and placed a hand on the small of her back as I led her out on the dance floor. A new song had just started, so it was perfect timing. Only thing was, it was R&B, and it was sensual. Very sensual.

And all I could think about was that cutout on her stomach, how I wanted to touch the skin that peeked out. With my hand. My tongue.

With her eyes on mine, she directed to me, “You know, I took pole dancing lessons earlier this year.”Shit, why would she say that?Imagining her legs wrapped around a pole, sliding down it, twirling around it, holding onto it for dear life as she stretched herself around it—if I didn’t stop picturing her pole dancing we were going to have abigproblem.

I placed my hands on her hips and moved to the music as she brought her hands up my neck and in my hair, her body coming closer to mine. All the while her hips were moving in such a way that drove me crazy.

Bianca was an attention-seeker, whether she cared to admit it or not, and I wouldn’t change that for the world, but I did wonder what that was about.

I didn’t need to look around to know that, just as was the case when she arrived, every man—and woman, frankly—had their eyes on her.

They were mesmerized by her.

Captivated.

Enthralled by her beauty.

Her pure sensuality.

I knew the feeling well.

I wasn’t even shocked that she’d taken pole dancing lessons—when I said this, I meant it: her body could move.

It was like an instrument that she played masterfully.

“You’re trouble, Bianca.”

A glimmer of mischief sparkled in her eyes. “You haven’t even seen the half of it.” Then she spun around so we were front to back and I finally let my hands slip to her stomach, backing her up against me. She felt just as I imagined—soft.

Ironically enough, it made me hard as my brain started going to all the other places on her body where she’d be just as soft. “Something tells me you’re a handful,” I said into the side of her neck, commanding myself to keep my wits about me. I’d say this: with Bianca that was no easy feat.

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