It feels like forever, but the next thing I know, Addison is back with Lane in tow. All four of us dance our hearts out song after song. Our hair is wet from sweat, and I pull them with me to the bathroom. “We need a breather.” I’m not sure any of them even heard it, but as I turn to walk to the ladies’ room, there he is, eyes on me. I blow him a kiss. Why not? And scurry to the bathroom with my friends.
“Oh. My. God. I’m having so much fun. We have to do this again,” I say as I dab a paper towel around my face and on the back of my neck.
Addison fluffs her hair. “Geez, yeah, we haven’t had this much fun on a girls’ night in a long time. I’m glad it’s Friday…no work tomorrow.”
I whip back. “Lucky! I have to work, but I rearranged my clients so I don’t have to be at the salon until ten o’clock.”
We all wipe down and decide to head back out for a bit longer.
Strutting out of the bathroom, I know he’ll be watching, so my hips sway a bit more than necessary. The girls are following me back to the dance floor. It feels like there are way more people now than when we went to the ladies’ room. Nothing stops us from squeezing our way through the crowd to the middle of the floor. As usual, there are way more women than men, but we don’t care. It’s all about the fun.
My hands are over my head, my hips moving, and when I turn my head, I notice someone is really close. I feel their presence. It’s the guy from the corner…right behind me. Not touching, but just inches from me, I’m already sweating. Still, the heat and electricity that shoot through my body—it’s sensual. Making me hyperaware of every move I make as he moves even closer.
I turn around, and our eyes connect. We dance in sync like we know each other’s rhythm. He doesn’t touch me; it feels like he’s waiting for me. So I move my hands to his shoulders, and that’s his invitation; his eyes light up. Within a second, his hand rests on my hip, searing through the fabric of my dress.
The music fades into the background, and it’s just us on the dance floor. My hands slide from his shoulder to his biceps. Holy hell, I realize now that he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned a couple of buttons. I can’t help but squeeze his biceps. The smell of coconuts and palm trees radiates from him. It invades my nostrils, and I can tell I’ll smell him for days.
With a smile on his face, he winks at me. He knew exactly what I was doing.
He leans down to my ear. “Want to get a drink?”
I nod and hold up a finger. Turning to my girlfriends, I say, “I’m going to grab a drink. I’ll be back.” The music blasts throughthe speakers; I’m not sure if they heard all of that, but they smile back at me.
When I walk a few steps back to him, his hand is on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd to the other side of the restaurant. There’s a full-size bar with dark wood surrounding the center where the bartenders are hard at work pouring drinks. The music slowly fades, and I start to hear the chatter of the people at the bar. It’s muted compared to the dance floor.
“What can I get you?” he asks, leaning down so I can hear him better.
I laugh. “Right now, just some water. I never did get your name.”
“Dane. And yours?”
Pondering for a split second whether to go with a new name, I opt for my real one, “Kendall.”
“It’s nice to officially meet you. How’s your phone?”
“You too. No damage, thankfully.”
We slide onto a couple of stools at the bar. My leg grazes his, and we both stare at each other. He felt the jolt too.
The bartender breaks the tension that’s building. He puts down a couple of napkins and hands us the bar menu. “Can I start you guys out with a drink?”
“Water would be great to start,” I say, wiping sweat away nonchalantly.
He glances over at me and smirks. “I’ll do the same.”
I look up, and there’s a large mirror behind the liquor shelving. I’m completely disheveled—my hair is flat, my cheeks are red, and my dress is sticking to me. Wonderful.
My attention moves to Dane as I see he’s pulling his hand back up. I can only assume he was adjusting that impressive bulge I got an up-close and personal glance at on the dancefloor. Otherwise, he looks put together, but I guess that’s thedifference between men and women when dancing. We move way more than the guys do. Hence, the pouring sweat that’s dripping between my breasts.
I wonder if he’d notice if I swiped down my cleavage with a bar napkin. I grab the napkin and dab along my face and chest. When I look over at Dane, his eyes are on me. Well, my hand that’s holding the napkin. His eyes tracking every movement. There’s no way he wouldn’t see me swipe my cleavage. Yet, it might be fun to watch.
TWO
Dane
I’ve spent all night watching every move she makes. She’s hot, sweating, and flushed, and all I can think of is other ways to get her looking like that, only with much less clothing. When she snagged that napkin and swiped down between those perky tits, I would have gladly taken care of that for her. But my eyes never leave her, even when the bartender comes back with our waters.
“Can I get you two any food?”
