beat with a thumping bass line. The dance
floor isn’t crowded, which means we ha一ve some space. The mix is eclectic—
young and old alike dancing the night away. I ha一ve never been a good
dancer. In fact, it’s only since I’ve been with Christian that I dance at all. Kate
hugs me.
“I’m so happy,” she shouts over the music, and she starts to dance. Mia is
doing what Mia does, grinning at the pair of us, throwing herself around.
Jeez, she’s taking up a lot of room on the dance floor. I glance back toward
the table. Our men are watching us. I start to move. It’s a pulsing rhythm. I
close my eyes and surrender to it. I open my eyes to find the dance floor
close my eyes and surrender to it. I open my eyes to find the dance floor
filling up. Kate, Mia and I are forced closer together. And to my surprise I find
I’m actually enjoying myself. I begin to move a little more . . . a little more
bra一vely. Kate gives me two thumbs up, and I beam back at her.
I close my eyes. Why did I spend the first twenty years of my life not doing
this? I chose reading over dancing. Jane Austen didn’t ha一ve great music to
move to and Thomas Hardy . . . jeez, he’d ha一ve felt guilty as sin that he
wasn’t dancing with his first wife. I giggle at the thought.
It’s Christian. Christian has given me this confidence in my body and how I
can move it.
Suddenly, there are two hands on my hips. I grin. Christian has joined me. I
wiggle, and his hands move to my behind and squeeze, then back to my
hips.
I open my eyes. And Mia is gaping at me in horror. Shit . . . Am I that bad? I
reach down to hold Christian’s hands. They’re hairy. Fuck!
They’re not his. I whirl around, and towering over me is a blond giant with
more teeth than is natural and a leering smile to showcase them.
“Get your hands off me!” I scream over the pounding music, apoplectic with
rage.
“Come on, sugar, it’s just some fun.” He smiles, holding his apelike hands
up, his blue eyes gleaming under the pulsing ultra一violet lights. Before I kno
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