Cam chuckled. “I’m sure some did. You should’ve seen the 80s party we had a few weeks ago. The guests wore the craziest outfits. The music was great, though.”
Cam nodded to one of his security guards when they crossed paths.
“Ah, yes, the 80s,” Nolan murmured. “Teased, over-sprayed hair, leg warmers, and jelly shoes.”
“I actually saw some of that,” Cam said on a laugh. “I worked the event that night but it was still fun and made for great people-watching.” He pointed to a large bowl. “There you go. If you want to throw your keycard in there.”
He had to write his initials with marker on the blank card Cam got him since he didn’t have a room number.
He tossed it in the bowl and crossed his fingers for the best. He really didn’t care if it was a man or woman, or even a couple, who chose him. He only hoped there was some sort of spark between them.
Unfortunately, he never asked who was supposed to pull the key. He had no idea how the resort’s version worked since his research showed that the original key parties were made up of couples. One half of the couple threw their car key into the bowl and the other chose a key. Nolan didn’t have a partner to swap out.
Whatever. He’d go with the flow.
An elbow to the ribs had him turning toward Cam to see Hope making her way over to them. She was dressed in a hot-pink jumpsuit that showed off some cleavage, wore wedge sandals, had a large, fake daisy pinned in her teased hair, and oversized gold hoop earrings hung from her earlobes.
While the outfit was crazy at first glance, she managed to look smoking hot in it.
“Where’d you get that outfit?” Cam asked as she joinedthem.
With a smile, she showed it off by turning in a circle, and once she stopped, she popped out a hip. “Not from my closet, that’s for sure. I asked my neighbor. She was in her 20s during that decade and she hasn’t thrown away anything.”
“It looks great on you,” Nolan told her.
She turned her smile toward him. “Thanks! You should’ve seen her face when I stopped by her house on my way here. She was thrilled I fit in it.”
“You certainly do,” Cam murmured, eyeing her up and down.
“Have either of you hit the dance floor yet? I’m loving this music!”
“No, we just got here a few minutes ago.”
“Well, then what are we waiting for, guys?” She walked backwards and crooked a finger at them. “Let’s go boogie!”
Then she turned and disappeared on the dance floor.
Cam and him shared a look.
“Do you dance?” Nolan asked Cam.
“How hard can it be?” Cam responded with a grin.
It can get pretty hard if I have to watch you moving to the music.
Chapter Ten
While dancingwith Cam and Hope, they quickly discovered that neither Cam nor Nolan had good rhythm, especially when it came to disco tunes. Even so, it had been a blast and Nolan didn’t regret showing off his choppy, awkward moves. He enjoyed both the music and the company.
After that, he was brave enough to dance with a few random guests before dancing twice more with Hope. She also did a bunch of bumping and grinding with Cam.
Nolan was having so much fun that he lost track of the amount of spiked punch he’d downed in an attempt to quench his thirst from all the activity. But then, it also went down way too smoothly.
As the night wore on, Nolan noticed how handsy Cam and Hope became with each other. A touch here, a grab there, the smiles, the whispers into each other’s ear.
He also couldn’t miss every time Cam put a possessive hand along the small of Hope’s back. It was as if he was claiming her for the evening and wanted the rest of thepartygoers to know, even though it was obvious they were attracted to each other and had sexual chemistry.
Good for Cam. Nolan was happy he found someone like Hope, whether it was long or short term. Or simply a friends-with-benefits situation. He only wished it had been him instead.
