Trey's eyes opened wide in surprise. She must have shocked him with her candidness. The truth was, sometimes her brain-to-mouth filter failed to work. The fact that she already had a bit of alcohol in her made it worse.
"Sooo," Trey said with a suppressed smile. "How did I end up being in the conversation?"
She lifted her shoulders. "Since it's a moot point, let's not talk about it."
"Why is it a moot point?"
"Because it won't be with you!" she laughed.
Trey's eyes sparkled with interest. "So you considered me?"
"Considered you and scratched you out," she confirmed flippantly.
"Why? What's wrong with me?" he asked with mock indignation.
"Nothing much that I can see," she admitted, casting an admiring glance at his form. She bet there was a great body hiding underneath that expensive suit.
Trey's smile widened, making her want to swoon again. Damn it, Ari. Why did I listen to you?
"So why did you scratch me out?" he asked.
"Ari didn't think it was a good idea. Too complicated."
Trey laughed out loud. "That, coming from someone who propositioned her friend's brother-in-law for a one-night stand."
She joined him in laughter. "I know. But I think that's why she's worried. She thinks I might fall for you like she did with Dylan."
"Oh. Are you looking for a boyfriend? If so, she's right to warn you off me. I'm allergic to relationships," Trey said with a teasing smile, but his eyes betrayed his seriousness.
"No, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm looking to get laid. But to avoid any unexpected consequences, I've agreed to look elsewhere."
"Are you always this frank?" Trey asked, astounded.
She sighed. "Unfortunately. Mind you, I am a little bit worse tonight because of the alcohol."
"But you're not completely drunk?"
"Do I look completely drunk?"
"Not completely. Just a tiny little bit. Which means the alcohol wasn't affecting your judgment when you thought of me as a potential playmate," Trey said, giving her a suggestive wink.
She chuckled. "I'm sure you already know you're one hot guy, Trey. But you know what? I agree with Ari. Better not go where we might not like the consequences. What if I fell for you without meaning to? We wouldn't want that now, would we?" she asked jokingly.
Trey let out a nervous laugh. "No, we certainly wouldn't want that! I'm sure Ari and Jasmine would line up to have my head if I hurt you."
She smiled, concealing a sigh. What a shame. If Trey was a total stranger, she was almost sure they could end up in bed that very night. But, hey, it wasn't to be.
She glanced at the throng of people dancing the night away and couldn't help the smile that formed on her face. She loved dancing.
"Would you like to dance, Trey?" she asked. "Dancing together wouldn't hurt, would it?"
Trey looked embarrassed. "Uh, sorry. I don't dance."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can't dance."
"Oh, come now. Anyone can dance. You're not turning me down because I said I won't be sleeping with you, are you?"
"What?" Trey asked, chuckling. "Of course not."
"Good. Shall we?" She held out her arm for him to take.
*******
Trey 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.