I barely have time to register what he's doing before he starts to move. Not like before. Not like I ever would've thought he could.
Drunk partygoers clap and cheer as he leads me in a dance I am wholeheartedly confident I cannot keep up with. He dips me before the beat drops to a chorus of excited screams.
"Hold on and let me lead, Ro. I've got you."
"Oh god."
Seven snaps me back into place, and the confidence and structure in his every movement make me feel wholly inadequate.
"Deep breath. Loosen your body."
So I do. I try to relax into his lead, squealing when he starts to movefast.
The frame of his body keeps mine moving in perfect tandem as we step to the beat and I lean into the sound of the music and how my body naturally wants to move.
When he spins me out, I come back twice as fast, knocking into him hard as he makes a show of running his hand down my side, caressing my thigh.
Oh…fuck.
"That's it, Ro. You're good at this."
When he circles his hands under my thighs and lifts me onto him, I yelp, and the party claps as Seven spins me in a circle.
"Put me down," I urge, realizing belatedly that we're making a scene. A very public scene.
Seven drops me in a controlled fall to my feet and the crowd pulls back into the middle of the floor, filling in the space they vacated for Seven to throw me around the floor.
"It's okay, Ro," he whisper-shouts, caressing my cheek. "It's safe."
A hand slips into mine. It's Elijah.
He leans into my side, close enough for me to hear him when he says, "Want to get out of here, Angel?"
My stomach flips, and I press my thighs together, biting my lip at the insinuation in his husky tone.
But…
"I can't leave Maisie."
The guys share a look beneath their masks.
And I need this. I needthembefore everything gets all too real when I talk to Ambrose tomorrow and tell him I want to see the house in Spain.
I shiver. "Okay, give me a second."
Slinking out of the close circle of muscle, I rush back to where Maisie is shouting at the cowboy next to the pool table.
What the fuck?
Shit.
"Hey!" I shout when I reach them, pushing the cowboy back a few inches. "What the hell is going on?"
"This dick grabbed my ass while I was trying to make my shot!"
When I turn to glare at the cowboy, his face pales, and it makes me wonder if he can see the murderous intent in my eyes as clearly as I mean him to.
"Apologize," I sneer, clenching my fists.
