Page 4 of Giddy-Up
Alone again, Riley twisted to face Wade.Her sort of date.He considered her for a moment and made a decision.Next thing she knew, he was placing their drinks on the table, including the almost empty glass he had to pluck from her clutches.
“Wanna dance?”Wade’s hand was in front of her again, signalling a request for hers.
He wanted to dance...with her?Why?
“Don’t worry, I’m not as bad as your face thinks I am.”
Oh, shit.
Now it was her face saying the wrong thing.
Just dance with the man.
Maybe she should listen to her inner voice for once.If they were dancing, they weren’t talking, not that she was killing it with her conversational skills or anything.But it would take a load off, wouldn’t it?
Fuck it.
Her hand slowly outstretched.It was a measly attempt that meant it only made it a few inches from her side, but luckily, Wade took pity on her and met her halfway.
“Come on, petal.”Her hand was now officially wrapped in his, and it was being tugged toward the dance floor.“It’s time to sweep you off your feet.Or maybe...it’s time to prove to you that I don’t have two left feet.”His head turned then, and she was graced with a dazzling smile.“I know—it’s time to put our best foot forward.”
What?
A small smile tilted her lips.He looked mighty pleased with himself as his head whipped back around and his attention went back to where he was leading them.
She had to admit, that despite feeling like she was on the verge of a panic attack for the past two hours, she was actually enjoying the hell out of herself.Wade was not what she was expecting.Nothing like it.She just assumed a cowboy so handsome, in charge of such a huge ranch, would be different.Standoffish maybe.A little cocky.She definitely didn’t imagine he’d give someone like her the time of day.And she wasn’t expecting someone so calm.Patient.Comfortable in his own skin.Someone who didn’t need constant conversation— which was damn lucky.And someone, who when he did speak, managed to constantly surprise her.Because he was kind of an odd duck.
Like me.
Like her.But prettier.
As soon as they came to a standstill, Riley froze.The music was country.The two-stepping kind.Two steps that she definitely did not know.
Wade was way ahead of her though, pulling her into him and twisting until they were facing each other.Keeping hold of her hand, he lifted, until their arms were high and pointed toward the DJ booth.He then clasped her other hand and gently placed it on his shoulder.His very muscular shoulder.
Wow.Okay.That’s super hard.Like, rock hard.That can’t be normal.I bet he gets tension headaches.
Suddenly, they were moving, and her panic-filled eyes met his.
“It’s okay, darlin’.I’ve got you.”Wade dipped his head and nodded to their feet, forcing Riley to look down.“Step to the left, with just your left foot.”She did as she was told.“Great, now, bring your right foot over next to it.”Again, she followed orders and brought her feet together.“That’s it.You’re doing it.Now, just keep repeating that move.”
Maybe two-stepping wasn’t so hard after all.
Speaking of hard, being this close to Wade Evans in all his muscular glory, wasn’t exactly helping her anxiety.Breathless terror was right around the corner.
Drama queen.
Yes.She was.And yet knowing, didn’t help.Concentrating on her feet did though.So that’s what she did.She avoided bright blue and focused her gaze downward.
It was working really well until a slow song came on and Wade stepped closer.Their joined hands dropping to the side.
“Wrap your hands around my neck, petal.”His voice sounded deeper as piercing eyes held her in place.
She did as he said, immediately.
Should I be worried about how much I like being told what to do?
Oh, God.Maybe she had a kink.Was it possible to be a bit freaky in the bedroom when you hadn’t actually been in a bedroom...with anyone?
