“I do. My mom’s a traditional Southern belle and had me dancing from when I could walk. Made me take lessons and all,” he says with a chuckle.
“How often do you use your skills?”
“Often enough. Weddings. Fundraisers. Parties my parents host.”
“What kind of parties?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asks, wiggling his brows.
My eyes go wide, wondering if he’s implying what it sounds like.
He laughs. “I’m kidding. They’re high society and enjoy hosting various social events: political fundraisers, holiday parties—pretty much any reason for a gathering. I go for the free booze and food, dancing with my mom as payment. She enjoys it, and I’ll do anything to make her happy.”
“That’s sweet.” And so perfect it hurts not to be as attracted to him as Braden. What is wrong with me?
“I’m lucky to have such amazing parents. How about you? Are you close to yours?”
See? Here’s a guy who can carry on a conversation and isn’t solely focused on sex. So why am I not responding to him like I do with Suits? It’s like the man can hear my thoughts, because at that exact moment, Suits makes eye contact, conveying everything without words. My heart skips a beat before I give myself a mental shake, returning my attention to Jordan.
“I am. We live close by and have dinner together every Sunday.”
He nods in acknowledgement and finishes the dance with vigor, gracefully leading us while twirling me around. When the song ends, my winded smile matches Jordan’s.
“That was fun. Thank you,” I say genuinely.
“My pleasure. Drink?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, ready for a break.
“Come on, let’s get a fresh one.”
He takes my hand, pulling me through the crowd toward the bar. A minute later, we make our way to a table.
“When Lily told me she planned to introduce us, she never mentioned how gorgeous you are.”
I smile and dip my head, embarrassed by the compliment. I take a sip of champagne for something to do other than reply.
He continues, “I wish she’d found me sooner so we could have had more time.”
I’m not sure what to say. He’s handsome, sweet, can dance like a pro, is obviously into me, and seems interested in messing around. Yet here I am still thinking about that kiss from Braden earlier. But I haven’t really given this guy a chance. Who knows? Maybe kissing Jordan would be just as good. Should I make the first move to find out?
Deciding that’s exactly what I should do, I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “Do you want to take a walk?”
“I’d love to. Lead the way.” We stand, and his arm goes to my back as we weave through the tables.
OMG. What am I doing? I’ve never been so forward in my life. It’s all Braden’s fault. He’s putting ideas in my head. Things I can’t seem to shake off.
We’re nearing the edge of the party area when I hear my name being called. I turn around to see Braden coming in hot, a man on a mission.
“Poppy. Hey, it’s almost time for dessert, and Cici needs you to grab something from the bridal suite.”
“Oh. Okay. What is it?”
“I’ll explain on the way.” He moves toward me and takes my hand, practically yanking me from Jordan’s arm.
I look over apologetically. “I’m sorry. Can you give me a few minutes before we take a walk?”
“Definitely. Do what you need and come find me.”
