Page 4 of Tempt you…not!
“What better time than now?”
“I can’t. Not with what’s on the line.”
Rachel scans the crowd in search of her conquest. “Sexy Blue-Eyes it is.”
I look over to see that he’s now across the dance floor, his arm around blonde.
“The one with the hot blonde draped over him?”
Rachel waves a hand dismissively. “She’ll be easy to take care of.”
She leads me across the bar, close to tall, dark, and icy. We get into a rhythm, bumping and grinding seductively.
It feels good to cut loose a little. I wish I could do this more often.
Rachel’s movements are disjointed and awkward. You’d think that would get her ridiculed, but honestly, it only makes her more interesting to the guys on the floor. They take notice, watching her as she jolts her lithe body around in a way that should be uncouth.
The fact that her shirt is dangerously short only encourages the ogling. She makes it a point never to wear a bra, and men often train their eyes on her, waiting for a hint of nipple to poke out. She never disappoints.
Unlike Rachel, my body moves fluidly, like the dancer I was trained to be. My mother was a ballerina for a decade before meeting my father and retiring to a life of luxury, but she insisted I learn all forms of dance.
We’re a breath away from Blue Eyes, and Rachel turns her attention to the languid blonde.
She smiles, pretending to be friendly to the unsuspecting woman, shimmying her butt and body against her.
I’ve seen Rachel do this dozens of times. The blonde knows that if she doesn’t dance, she’ll look lame, so she relents, putting on a cheery grin and moving in rhythm to the music.
Soon, they’ll circle, then Rachel will turn and start dancing on Blue Eyes. Blonde will get pissed off, but there won’t be much she can do without causing a scene.
After that, the three of us can go back to the hotel, she with Blue Eyes, and me alone.
Alone. Because I can’t afford any mistakes.
If he wasn’t so hot, I wouldn’t care as much, but just looking at him has me drooling, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s looking back.
Rachel stops mid-circle, her eyes falling on a rocker-type with tattoos and eyeliner.
He notices her ogling, his eyes lighting with excitement as they scan her body.
Looks like she won’t be needing me anymore.
I turn to leave, but a hand grips the curve of my hip, and a body presses against mine, moving to the music. I match the speed and tempo, welcoming the escape.
“Hey!” A voice squeaks out, and I look over to see the blonde glancing from me to the man behind me, a dejected look on her face.
And now I know it’s Blue Eyes.
She stomps away as Blue Eyes pulls me closer, his hands snaking around to my stomach.
Holy Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I had such a rush of hormones. Every cell in my body tingles, screaming for me to lean back into him, press against him, smell him, taste him.
I should resist. I know that the last thing I should be doing right now is dirty dancing with a man the night before my presentation.
But he’s just so damn tempting!
His lips graze my neck, moving close to my ear. My knees grow weak, and I have to fight to keep upright.
“How would you like to take this back to my hotel room?” he rasps out, his voice thick with want.
