When I come back to the kitchen, everything smells incredible. Rich and savory. He’s already got two glasses of red wine on the counter and old-school slow-jam R&B playing quietly through the speakers.
He whistles when he sees me in my dress.
“You like?” I do a little twirl for him.
“Ohh, you look gorgeous, baby.”
“Mmm, thank you. I see you’ve been busy.”
He’s got three pans going on the stove, and he’s grinding black pepper into one of them.
“What are you making for us tonight, Chef Chase?”
“Tonight it’s pan-seared filet mignon with a red wine shallot reduction.”
“Ooh, it sounds fancy.” I wrap my arms around his waist, and he turns so I can give him a quick kiss.
“It is. Nothing but the best for my girl tonight.” He sets the timer. “Four minutes and we’re good to go.”
That’s my cue—the timing is perfect.
“Really? We have a few minutes?”
“Yes.” He’s eyeing me, already suspicious. “Why?”
“Well, this music is nice, but, if you don’t mind…” I walk to his phone and locate the tune I need. “There’s this song I’ve been working on the dance moves for. Mind if I show you?”
He squints his eyes in fun. “All right.”
I hit play, and the moment that tightly processed drum beat kicks in, he does a facepalm, a broad smile breaking out across his face.
“Uh-huh. That’s right.” I nod, rocking my hips to the beat of “Tell Me U Love Me,” then I start in with those signature 6ixPack moves. “Look at this. Hmm?”
He grins at me through his fingers. “You’re gonna do the dance, huh?”
“Hell, yeah. I learned every step! And you’re gonna dance it with me.”
He shakes his head but his eyes are smiling, and when I turn to wiggle my booty for him, his gaze slides over my ass, the edge of his lip curling a little, and I know I’ve got him.
Chase can’t resist dancing with me.
He tips his head from side to side—just for a moment—then he’s full-on grooving to the beat.
“Aww, yeah!” I gesture him over, and he grins, stepping in close behind me.
“Yeah, all right.” His hands wrap around my hips, and he’s moving with my body.
“You remember this part?” I peek back over my shoulder as we do the sidestep slide and then the shoulder roll.
He gives me a sly smile. “Yup, I know this part.”
He’s so damned sexy. I thought Baby C was hot doing these moves years ago. But Chase Corbett—my personal bodyguard and boyfriend extraordinaire—is fricking scorching.
“Don’t forget,” I tease, spinning to face him and dragging the hem of my top up a few inches. “You’ve gotta show ’em that signature six-pack.”
“Uh-huh.” He’s shooting me sexy eyes and giving me a peek at his incredibly ripped abs while he grooves, and wow. It. Is. Working on me.
“Yeah, you like that?” he teases.
