Page 67 of Lovers' Dance

“Matt. Why are you still here?” I asked, hurrying over to where he sat in the corner.

“Nathan took my car.”

“He left you here?” I was shocked. “What a douche. Why haven’t you called your driver?”

Matt reached for my hands. I put them behind my back.

“Madi,” Dante called. “You want me to get you a water?”

“Please,” I said, then turned my attention to Matt as Dante left us alone.

“You’re a beautiful dancer, poppet,” Matt said softly. “Don’t be angry with Nathan. I told him to go.”

“And leave you here?” I asked sceptically.

Matt nodded. Seeing as he’d failed to grab my hands, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap.

“Technically I’m still on holiday, and I want to spend it with you.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He cut me off. “How long will you be?”

“A few more hours,” I advised, expecting him to complain. He didn’t. Instead he pressed a kiss on my cheek.

“Urgh.” I jerked away. “I’m sweaty.”

“I like it when you sweat,” he said with waggling eyebrows. “Especially when I’m the one making you sweat.”

“Stop it,” I murmured, feeling my face warm up. “I’m mad at you.”

“So, why are you sitting in my lap?” he teased.

“Because you’re holding me prisoner,” I retorted.

“Ah, you admit to being my prisoner? That’s good, poppet. I intend to take full advantage of my position as your jailer.”

He was so full of shit I burst out laughing. “You know, you’re silly for a man of your age.”

Matt frowned, then his expression lightened. “You make me feel like a teenager. A hormonal teenager whose sole intent is to—”

“Shut up,” I ordered, putting a hand over his mouth to stop whatever naughty comment I knew he was going to make.

“Muv bu.”

“What?” I removed my hand.

“Love you,” he repeated. “I love you.”

“Matt,” I whispered, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the emotion in his grey eyes.

“Say it,” he commanded.

I could hear the others coming back. I wriggled in his lap, not wanting to be caught in a compromising position.Hey, I was a respectable, young woman.

“They’re coming back,” I muttered, trying my hardest to escape, but his arms were like steel bands around me.

“Say it and I’ll let you go, poppet,” he drawled.

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