Page 79 of Game Changer
“Mm.”
Kip’s mouth was so close, and Scott’s lips parted completely on their own. It would be so easy to lean in and take what he wanted...
“Food was good,” Kip said conversationally.
“Was it? I wasn’t really paying attention.”
“Distracted?”
“Maybe.”
“You look like you’re still hungry.”
Scott shuddered out a breath. “Goddammit, Kip.”
Kip gave him one of those sexy smiles that Scott normally loved so much, but here...
Kip’s eyes darted down to Scott’s crotch, and his smile widened.
We could leave. We could leave right now...
“I should get back,” Kip said, infuriatingly casual.
Scott bit down on his tongue, hard enough to bring him back to earth. “You’re in trouble later,” he growled.
Kip’s eyes widened, but he managed a smile before turning and leaving. Scott grinned as he watched him walk away, pleased that he was able to retaliate a little.
He took a moment to compose himself, then returned to the ballroom. It looked like he had missed dessert; the tables were already being cleared away to allow more room for dancing and mingling.
He didn’t see Kip anywhere.
There was a commotion in the crowd when the lights came down and the stage Jacqueline had been speaking on before suddenly spun around to reveal a famous lounge-style singer and his orchestra.
Scott mingled for a while, chatting with A-list celebrities and some of New York’s top CEOs. He had just wrapped up a conversation with an actual astronaut when there was a tap on his shoulder.
“I believe I was promised a dance,” Elena said.
Scott smiled, genuinely glad to see her. He took her arm and they moved to the dance floor, which was quite full now. “I’m a terrible dancer,” he warned her.
“I’ll make up for it.”
Shewasa fantastic dancer. Scott quickly found a rhythm as they danced an easy two-step while the band played “Fly Me to the Moon.”
“You know, I was just talking to a real astronaut,” Scott said. “I wonder if he likes this song.”
Elena politely ignored his clumsy attempt at small talk. “Are you having a good evening?”
“Sure.” He lowered his voice. “How’s Kip doing?”
“I think he’s focused on the after-party.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
She studied his face. “You like him.”
“I do. I... Ireallylike him.”
“Good,” she said. “Because he’s nuts about you. You need to understand how unprecedented this is for him.”
