Forever (Time for Love Book 1) (22 page)
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Authors: Miranda P. Charles
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"Good. Shall we?" She held out her arm for him to take.
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T
rey mentally shook his head as he ambled to the dance floor with Kris. She was one intriguing woman, and he'd surprised himself by agreeing to dance with her.
He liked her outspokenness. He wondered if she was simply a little bit drunk or if she really was as straightforward as she seemed to be.
She was a breath of fresh air, very much unlike most of the women he'd met in the past, who'd told him what they thought he wanted to hear so they could get in his pants—and most of all, his pockets.
Kris nudged him with her hip, encouraging him to move. He started to shuffle his feet—or tried to. Heaven knew he couldn't dance and avoided it at all costs. But his lips curved up as he watched Kris, even though he felt like a klutz next to her.
God, she moved well. Really, really well. He'd noticed it earlier when the bridal party danced the bridal waltz with bits of salsa, tango, and freestyle thrown in. She was easily the best in the group, and it was obvious she loved every minute of it.
He wondered if she had sex just like she danced—with abandon.
He took a sharp breath at the erotic picture that formed, and snaked an arm around her waist to pull her close. "You're a great dancer," he said in her ear so she could hear him over the blaring music and people singing merrily along at the top of their lungs.
Kris grinned, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling. To his surprise she swayed seductively around him, letting her hand slide across his chest, his shoulder, his neck, then back to his chest as she completed the circuit of his awkwardly jiggling form.
Hell, she made him hot. And he couldn't have her.
Damn.
The fast music ended and a slow tune started playing. He took advantage of it and pressed her against him with a firm arm around her waist.
Kris curved her arms around his neck, her body soft and yielding against his.
Fuck. She felt good. He felt his loins stir as he danced intimately with her.
"Do you like dancing, Trey?" Kris asked, her breath tickling his ear.
His chest heaved. Did she want a literal or a metaphorical answer?
"Depends on what you mean by 'dancing'," he answered huskily, brushing away a strand of blond hair that strayed to her face.
She let out a low, sexy laugh. "I mean dancing as in actual dancing—not sex."
"Oh. No, I don't. Except for right now."
"Oh? What makes 'right now' different?" she asked, her arms tightening around his neck, her body pressing closer to his.
Was she giving him a hint? A come-on? Was he under consideration again? He wouldn't mind that at all!
He licked his lips and smiled. "You're an excellent dance partner, and it's incredibly arousing dancing with you," he said. Not that he had to draw her attention to his excited member. It was quite obviously hard against her.
Kris leaned back and scrunched her face cutely. "You're still out of the game, even if I'm flirting with you while your you-know-what is poking my belly."
He laughed out loud, even as disappointment pricked him. "But why? I think we'd have a great time together."
"That's the problem. We might have too great a time. I think you're dangerous, Trey Andrews," she said openly.
He gaped at her, trying to determine her meaning. Was she saying she could easily fall for him if they slept together? He sighed. He wasn't being egotistical, but there were enough girls in his past who'd said they were only after sex and ended up chasing him for a relationship.
He couldn't have that. A few years ago, he'd been too trusting of a particular woman and found himself taken for a ride. He'd learned his lesson. Now, his chosen lifestyle—the bachelor lifestyle—suited him to a tee. He had no plans of giving it up.
He still let himself be seduced by beautiful women, though. He was a full-blooded male, after all. But he was careful enough—and, he'd like to think, considerate enough—to let them know he wasn't interested in anything beyond casual.
So Kris was right. He wouldn't want her falling for him at all. Better not go there.
"Okay," he said. "It's loud and clear. You and I won't be having sex. Right?"
"Right," Kris agreed.
"Great," he said, ignoring the deflation he suddenly felt. "Let's go back to the topic of dancing—real dancing. Dylan mentioned you guys took some lessons for the bridal waltz. Where did you go?"
Kris chuckled. "I taught everyone."
His eyebrows arched. "You taught everyone?"
"Yes. I'm a part-time dance teacher at a Melbourne dance studio."
"That explains a lot," he said with admiration. "You do dance like a pro."
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "But the guys were excellent students. We only had a handful of sessions and they got the steps pretty quickly."
"If I were in that bridal party, you would have had a harder time. I don't think you could teach me how to dance like that in one hundred lessons," he said self-deprecatingly.
"Oh, but you underestimate my teaching skills!" she teased. "Let's have a bet on this."
"What do you mean?"
"I bet I can teach you how to dance well in a few lessons. By the time I have to go back home to Melbourne, you'll be a good enough dancer that you could be the centre of attention on any dance floor."
He snorted in disbelief. "Me become a good dancer in three weeks? Yeah, right."
"Prove me wrong then," she challenged.
He smiled.
This could be fun.
"Okay. I bet I'll be the first guy who fails your class."
"I bet you'll pass with flying colours," Kris answered.
"What does the winner of this bet get?" he asked.
Kris grinned. "If I win, you take me to a nice dinner. If
you
win, meaning you're still a crap dancer in three weeks, I'll take you dancing—where you will have the wonderful opportunity to dance solo in front of an audience."
"Hang on a minute. That doesn't sound right," he said in confusion. "If
you
lose and I still have two left feet by the time you go home,
my
prize for winning the bet is to dance solo in front of people?"
"That's right. That would ensure you work hard and not pretend you're not learning even though you are."
"Why would I want to win, then?"
"Exactly. That's why I should win."
"I don't know about this. I make a fool of myself every time I dance, so I just don't," he admitted.
"You're dancing right now," Kris pointed out.
He laughed to cover his embarrassment. "Yeah. It's your fault."
He was rewarded by a sweet smile.
"You're not doing too badly," she consoled him.
He snorted. "You don't need to spare my feelings."
"Look around you," she encouraged. "See how much fun everyone else is having? You don't have to be a good dancer to enjoy dancing. You just need to be less self-conscious."
"There is still no way in the world I'm going to dance solo with everyone staring at me."
"That's why you have to help me win this bet, you see? Come on, it'll be fun!"
"You sure know how to motivate your students, don't you?" he grumbled.
"So we have a deal?" she asked in an almost-squeal.
Oh, hell. How could he say no to that excited face? Plus, the idea of spending more time with Kris appealed to him—even if they weren't going to sleep together. "Okay, we have a deal," he said a tad cautiously.
"Yay!"
"I do have one big condition, if I'm going to participate in this very scary bet," he said.
"What's that?"
"Don't tell anyone you're teaching me how to dance. My friends would undoubtedly want to watch me trip over my own feet, and that would be mortifying."
"Okay. But how are we going to keep this from them?"
They were both silent as they thought of a good enough excuse. Suddenly, Kris said, "I know. We can tell them you're taking me to all these different clubs so I can find a decent man to have a short fling with. My cousin Sam wouldn't want to tag along if that's the reason we give her."
He laughed. "Okay, for some reason, I can actually see them believing that. Little would they know you're trying to convert one of my left feet to a right one."
"Now that I think about it, it
would
be great if you could take me to places where I could have my choice of hunks to play with. Maybe after our lessons we could go out and do that?"
What?
He stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm not kidding, Trey. I still intend to fulfil this little fantasy of mine. Take me to your favourite pick-up places. Pretty please?"
"Sure," he replied, feeling bothered. He found himself hoping that Kris was simply way too tipsy to mean what she'd just said.
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