Page 70 of Sizzling Desire

Gladys clasps her hands together. “Right! Now that we’re here, we need some proper bachelorette party festivities.”

Oh no.

I know that tone. That tone has preceded some of the most unhinged moments of my life.

“I really don’t think—” I start.

Too late.

Gladys claps her hands twice, and before I fully register what’s happening, she grabs my wrist and yanks me toward the center of the bar.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” she announces, her voice carrying over the noise of the party. “It is tradition that a bachelorette knows how to dance, and I, as a woman ofvastexperience, will ensure that our dear Grace is properly educated.”

Oh hell no.

Kane leans against the bar, grinning, looking way too entertained.

“Don’t you dare just stand there!” I hiss at him.

Kane raises his beer in salute. “This is the best night of my life.”

Gladys pulls me onto the dance floor, clapping her hands in time to the thumping bass of whatever song is playing. “Now, first things first, you have to keep eye contact. Confidence is key.”

I groan, absolutely mortified.

Kate, Brooke, Mia, Riley, Charli, Becky, and Sunni all start whooping from their seats, clearly thriving off my suffering.

“Shake those hips, dear!” Gladys encourages.

I refuse.

“No,” I say flatly. “Absolutely not.” God, I want a real drink. Ineeda real drink.

Gladys tsks, then turns to the rest of the crowd. “Kane, darling! Would you like to come demonstrate?”

Kane grins wider, then starts moving toward us as he swings his hips to the beat of the music.

“Oh, hell no!” I shout, throwing both hands up. “I refuse to be part of whatever striptease you’re about to attempt.”

Kane laughs, looping an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

“You sure about that, Gracie?” he murmurs in my ear. “Because I think you like when I dance for you.”

Ido notshiver.

I absolutelydo notpress closer.

And Idefinitelydo not let out a breathy little sigh that makes him chuckle.

Nope.

Not happening.

Before I can fully process what’s happening, Florenceseizes control of the karaoke machine, and a familiar intro plays.

“Oh no,” Jax mutters.

“Ohyes,” Sawyer counters, already moving toward the microphone.

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