Page 86 of Fraud
He bent down and kissed my cheek. We hadn’t kissed yet—something he hadn’t brought up. Part of me wondered if I should be concerned that he wasn’t trying to get in my pants, but then again, maybe he was just a gentleman.
My arm wrapped around his biceps, returning the affection. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I replied, flashing a happy smile.
“Come, I’ve reserved a table for us over here,” he said, taking my hand.
Tables in clubs like this were hard to come by. They often came with a hefty price, so I was surprised to see he’d taken the initiative and thought ahead.
“This is so nice,” I said, taking a seat at our secluded booth.
It fit us perfectly, our bodies huddling close together. The black leather stuck to my naked skin, but the view more than made up for it. Dozens of colored lights moved across the dance floor as couples moved and swayed, almost like they were performing just for us.
“They’re so good,” I said, amazed by some of the complicated moves they were pulling off.
“Do you want to try?” he asked, a sense of challenge in his voice.
My lips parted, ready to say no, but I stopped myself.
“Sure,” I answered, clearly surprising him.
He stood, offering a hand. I took a deep breath and accepted.
“You might need to be patient. I haven’t done this before,” I warned him.
“I’ve been told I’m an excellent teacher,” he said, tossing me a wink before he led us to the dance floor.
I laughed, but a part of me stumbled slightly. I knew Brian was flirting, and honestly it was a bit of a relief. I’d been worried Brian didn’t see me in that way and that I was headed down yet another disappointing path.
But did it cause shivers to shoot up my spine? Was I clenching my thighs at the thought?
No.
And that was the issue.
Because I knew, without a doubt, if Killian had just said those exact words to me, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Are you ready?” Brian asked, firmly grabbing my waist.
“Lead the way.” I smiled.
It was going to be a long night.
