The hell with that. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her, then swayed them like a tree to the beat of the music.
"Hey, you have to move your feet," she protested.
"I don't know how to do that yet. And I refuse to have lessons in public."
"But you said you wanted to dance!"
"Uh-huh. And that's exactly what we're doing," he said, glad to feel her starting to relax in his arms. "Do you know what this step is called?"
"Well, we're not doing any steps. We're just swaying," she answered with a chuckle as she curved her arms around his neck.
"Ah. Then there's something you don't know, Miss Dance Teacher. This is called The Tree Sway."
"Oh. The Trey Sway. I see."
They laughed together and he held her closer as they continued to sway to the disco music. He resolved there and then that if Kris was really keen to find a fling partner, it might as well be him. He was too weak to resist the physical attraction he felt for her. In about two seconds, she would feel a nudging on her belly again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kris was surprised how quickly her mood had changed over the last half hour. She had been buoyant when they first entered the club, but her mood plummeted when she saw Trey with that redhead.
She'd sneaked glances at him while she was on the dance floor, and from what she'd witnessed, she was certain he'd been intimate before with that woman. Miss Redhead had even caressed his thigh!
Paul introducing himself to her in the middle of a dance was a bit of an ego-boost, as well as a reality check. She and Trey had made it clear they were not going to sleep together, so she had no business being jealous when he flirted with someone else. She was better off sticking with her original plan of capturing a stranger's attention.
Then, damn Trey Andrews! Here he was getting her all giddy and smiley as an eighteen-year-old, again. They'd been doing The Trey Sway for a couple of minutes now, and she was content to simply be in his arms.
She shushed the warning bells that rang in her head. This was all about physical need, pure and simple. No need to make it anything more complicated—or scarier—than that.
Trey's arms tightened around her waist, and she willingly melted in them, burying her face in his neck.
Then she felt it. His erection against her belly stoked the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
"Do you make it a habit of poking the people you dance with?" she asked with mirth.
He chuckled. "I seem to make a habit of poking you. Does it bother you?"
She lifted her head to look at him. "Do I look bothered to you?"
"No—which is a damn shame. I certainly want you to look bothered. Hot and bothered," he said seductively, making her flush.
"Dancing burns up a lot of energy, as you know, so I do feel hot," she responded with an impish smile.
"Well, you are undoubtedly hot. Sizzling, in fact. And irresistible."
"Are you trying to get me to your bed, Trey Andrews?" she teased.
"Oh. Was I that obvious?" He grinned.
"What happened to our agreement?"
"What does that have to do with it? I'm still going to try my hardest to help you win our little bet, because there is still no way in the world I'm going to dance solo in the middle of a dance floor with everyone else watching my every embarrassing move."
"I'm not talking about our bet. I'm talking about the agreement not to have sex together."
Trey took a deep breath and turned serious. "Kris, you seem determined to live out your fantasy of having a short fling while you're here. Why not live out that fantasy with me? As long as we're clear neither of us are after a relationship, what's the problem? What's more, Sam wouldn't worry too much if it's with me, would she? I think she trusts I'm not a—what's her word?—wacko?"
Kris stared. Trey's smouldering eyes had darkened considerably. Unthinkingly, she pushed away a sudden memory of Ari's warning.
Her body's intense need, and a fun idea that just popped, helped her make her decision. "Tell you what," she said as her fingers caressed the back of his neck. "If you show me total commitment to your dance lessons, I might just consider it."
Trey sucked in a breath. "Okay, you have a deal."
*******
Kris checked herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, feeling like a teenager on her first date. It was ridiculous—completely and utterly ridiculous—that she would feel like this about a dance session.
She was grateful that Sam was out having dinner with an old school friend of hers who now lived in Sydney. It meant she and Trey had at least a couple of hours together.
It was strange that Trey didn't want to meet at his place. It would have been better there since they wouldn't have to worry about Sam coming home early. But he said he preferred to come to her.