Page 16 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I carefully circle the dance floor, making a full lap around without her spotting me, despite her trying to see where I am with every turn.

I finally make my move, walking confidently down an aisle right to where she’s been twirled. The other man loses his gripon her waist as she spins out, giving me the perfect opportunity to cut in.

As she stops, I grab her waist, making her steps almost falter.

Cara’s eyes widen as she clings onto my shoulders.

“Grant,” she says breathily.

I lean down to her ear and pause. She tries to remain still, but I feel a slight shudder with her in my arms. It’s almost as satisfying as making her whimper would be.

“May I cut in?” I ask.

Her breath hitches as I pull back and stare into her eyes. They’re slightly hooded, almost as if she feels the same way I do in this moment.

“My dance partner may have an issue with it.”

I look up to the frustrated man pacing nearby and trying not to look our way.

“He can manage.”

I guide Cara out onto the dance floor, and she gives the man a slight shrug and mouths a fake apology. The music changes to a slower song as we start to sway together.

“What are you doing, Sinclair?” she asks as I tighten my hold on her waist.

“I believe the term is called dancing.”

She gives me a sharp look right before I whisk her along to the beat of the music.

“You know what I mean.”

“I like it when you call me Sinclair.”

She rolls her eyes as I twirl her out and back into my arms.

“Last names are common in our field.”

“That they are.”

We move slowly and in sync with one another. She lets out a frustrated sigh as she grips my arm.

“You know I don’t want to be near you tonight,” she lies while looking away.

“Why is that?”

“There’s no point in pretending like you aren’t always stealing my contracts,” Cara finishes.

Stealing her contracts?

I frown, trying to think about what contract I would have stolen. There hasn’t been anything up for grabs that we’ve been competing against one another for in a while.

“Don’t play me for the fool. It’s rude,” she continues.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to tell me what I stole.”

Cara’s mouth tightens into a thin line as she stops the dance.

“Really, darling. I’m at a loss.”

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