I scurry away and contemplate staying behind the counter. But then Griffin is right by my side again.
Ugh. Nowhere is safe.
After only a few minutes, I’m ready to burst. Griffin is just trying to be nice. I know. But give a girl some space.
Needing some respite, I grab a quarter from the cup and march over to the jukebox to pick a song. No one has started dancing yet, but maybe this will do the trick. I haven’t line danced in years, so it takes me a moment to remember the steps. But once I have the hang of it, I’m able to have some fun.
To the right. To the left. Right heel. Left heel. Repeat and turn.
A couple of women join me, falling into step easily. We laugh and sing along to the Luke Bryan song about country girls “shaking it.”
After the first chorus, a large set of hands land on my hips and dance with me. Glancing over my shoulder, I expect to find a certain face with warm amber eyes. As frustrated as I am with him, my pussy still wants to have some fun. But instead of Griffin, I find the “nice guy” I served earlier.
My insides twist, knowing it’s his hands on me. I didn’t ask for him to touch me. I didn’t even secretly wish for it.
I grab his wrists and remove his hands from my waist. “No, thanks.”
“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that.” He reaches for me again, but I step out of the way.
A yelp and breaking glass have me turning toward the bar, where I find Griffin storming for us. The way his muscles and veins strain tells me he’s furious.
Holding both hands up to the customer, I warn him, “You should go.”
“Not without a dance.” His smile is demanding.
When I can feel Griffin’s footsteps shaking the wood floor, I know he’s close. As he reaches me, I place my hands on his chest and stand in his way. “Dance with me.”
Griffin wasn’t expecting my invitation. He glances back and forth between me and the customer, trying to decide what to do.
I try again, “Dance with me, please.” By now, others have joined in and are line dancing away.
Griffin’s muscles flex under my hands, and my stomach flutters. Biting my lip, my eyes roam up and down his body.
He catches me admiring and smirks. Griffin waves to Benny, who is standing behind him, and Benny marches past us to the handsy customer. Griffin makes a hand gesture, and Benny,understanding the meaning, grabs the man by his upper arm and hauls him off toward the back hallway.
I watch the whole scene with concern, but Griffin distracts me. He grabs my right hand and places his arm around my waist, pulling me so we’re right up against each other.
“Know how to Texas Two Step, Sunshine?” His fury is gone, and in its place is a sultry man.
I try to keep my mouth closed because drooling right now would be so unattractive. “It’s been a while, but I think I remember.”
He winks seductively. “Let’s see what you got.”
Griffin takes two quick steps forward, and I follow his lead by taking two steps back. We flow with the music as he spins us around the make-shift dance floor. He never breaks eye contact with me. He stares purposefully as if my eyes will tell him everything my mouth can’t.
My body pushes as close as I can get, wanting to feel his heart beat against mine. His erection grazes my thigh as I step between his feet in a spin. Color rises in my cheeks, realizing he’s just as turned on as I am.
When the song ends, the dancing couples stop and clap. But Griffin doesn’t feel like doing the same. He snags my hand and drags me away. The bar has filled up since the start of the song, so Griffin has to move people aside to get through the crowd.
I try pulling back on my hand, but he doesn’t let go. “Where are we going?”
He marches me past the bar and into the kitchen. Camden is at the stove top, pulling a burger off the grill. When he sets the patty on the bun, he notices us and frowns.
Griffin tilts his head toward the door. “Customers need your help.”
“Okay?” Camden’s compliance is full of confusion as he steps out.
Griffin locks the door as soon as Camden exits and backs me up against the wall. Unlike our first kiss, his body touches mine everywhere.
