lyrics of “Sexy Bitch” to a pulsing techno
dance number where a woman sings with an impassioned voice. Elliot looks
down at me, then across at Christian, and releasing Christian, pulls Kate into
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Christian’s neck until he finally makes eye contact, his eyes still blazing—
primal and feral, a glimpse of a brawling adolescent. Holy shit. He
scrutinizes my face. What is he thinking?
“Are you okay?” he asks finally.
“Yes.” I rub my palm, trying to dispel the sting, and bring my hands down to
his chest. My hand is throbbing. I ha一ve never slapped anyone before. What
possessed me? Touching me wasn’t the worst crime against humanity. Was
it?
Yet deep down I know why I hit him. It’s because I instinctively knew how
Christian would react seeing some stranger pawing me. I knew he’d lose his
precious self-control. And the thought that some stupid nobody could derail
my husband, my love, well, it makes me mad. Really mad.
“Do you want to sit down?” Christian asks over the pulsing beat. Oh, come
back to me, please.
“No. Dance with me.”
He gazes down at me impassively, saying nothing.
Touch me . . . the woman sings.
“Dance with me.” He’s still mad. “Dance. Christian, please.” I take his hands.
Christian glares after the guy, but I start to move against him, wea一ving myself
around him.
The throng of dancers has circled us once more, although there’s now a twofoot
exclusion zone around us.
“You hit him?” Christian asks, standing stock-still. I take his fisted hands.
“Of course I did. I thought it was you, but his hands were hairier. Please
dance with me.”
As Christian gazes at me the fire in his eyes slowly changes, evolves into
something else, something darker, something hotter. Suddenly, he grabs my
wrists and pulls me flush against him, pinning my hands behind my back.
“You wanna dance? Let’s dance,” he growls close to my ear, and as he rolls
his hips around into me, I can do nothing but follow, his hands holding mine
against
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