Page 41 of Broken Headboards
One more twirl, one more grin.
“You’re overexposed, Tess,” he leans in, his forehead pressed against mine. “You secured my supplier...but you’re in debt now.”
Oh, so we’re dancing a different kind of tango then.
“So what?” I ask. “Your supplier was everything to you. Without him, you’re in a boat without a paddle.”
“Lets see where that gets you when your credit runs dry,” he says back to me.
“I’ll have plenty of credit with the Clarendon Tower contract,” I remind him.
“Or you’ll be forced to mortgage your condo, baby,” he says with an evil grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you sleep on my couch.”
Asshole!
“I won’t let you win, Austin,” I warn him.
“I’m gonna win, Tess,” he says with finality. “Every fiber of my body is built for winning. Every breath I take is to win. Every thought I have is to advance. You’ve never met a man like me.”
He’s true.
I haven’t.
“Like hell you’re going to take this from me,” I seethe. “Over my dead body.”
“You can’t win against me, Tess,” he says over the music.
“And no way you can win against me, Austin,” I say, not backing down.
I’ve never had this before.
Men crumble in front of me. I can make a grown man cry with just my words.
But this?
This is insane.
As the music reaches its final high notes, our movements so fast that the faces of the onlookers seem like a blur to me, he does one final twirl and bends me over his front leg once more.
I lean back and look into his eyes as the music finally stops.
God.
My heart is hammering fast, and I feel as if I’m on fire. As he slowly pulls me back up, one hand on my waist, the last thing I want is let go of his body.
Christ, I’m not even sure what happened these past few minutes.
“What do you say, Tess?” He whispers, a devilish smile hanging on his lips. “Do you just want to dance? Or do you want todance?”
Goddammit.
Fine, Austin.
Let’s do it.
Let’s fucking dance.
