“At least I didn’t have to listen to the speeches,” Kat said to herself, making her way to the open bar. If she was going to find Mr. Sexy-wink, she wanted to have a little liquid courage in her.
Glasses of champagne sat ready for anyone to take them, so Kat grabbed one and downed it. Knowing Renee, it was probably a glass of champagne that deserved to be savored, like Dom Perignon or Cristal, but it just tasted like regular champagne to her. She set the empty glass down and picked up another, determined to go slower this time and actually try to taste a difference.
“Would you care to dance?” a male voice asked behind her. Kat turned to see Mr. Sexy-wink grinning at her.
She nearly dropped her champagne.
His eyes met hers and her heart stumbled, running up against her ribs and making her head spin. There was no way she could say no to anything those blue eyes asked of her.
“I’d love to,” she replied. She sounded like she was calm and in control, but she had no idea how she had managed to pull that off. She wanted to giggle and blush like a pre-teen girl, but somehow she was managing to play it cool.
He took her hand, making her heart do back-flips and somersaults. Music filled the room as he pulled her out onto the dance floor. A live band played swing music and all around her couples were dancing as if it were the 1920s.
Kat was most certainly not from the 1920s, and had no idea what she was doing. Suddenly, a dance didn’t seem like such a good idea. She knew that the one swing dance lesson she had taken three weeks ago was not near enough, especially now that she had the opportunity to be dancing with Mr. Sexy-wink. Three years of lessons wouldn’t be enough.
She thought of running or coming up with some excuse that would mean she wouldn’t be stomping on his toes through a whole dance. No, she thought, taking a breath. Tonight is for fun. Dancing is fun. If he doesn’t like me because I can’t dance, then he isn’t worth my time. She wasn’t about to let herself down now.
She was Fun Kat tonight. Not Scaredy Kat, not Responsible Kat, and certainly not Running-away Kat.
Taking one last swig of champagne, Kat set the empty glass down on the closest table and grinned at Mr. Sexy-wink. She was going to show him a good time, even if she had to fake it. She knew she could do this.
The lights turned low on the dance floor as a new song started, sexy and slow. Kat wasn’t sure if she should be excited or nervous, but either way she was going to rock it. This wasn’t swing. This was blues dancing. It was a little like swing dancing, but much, much sexier. It was perfect for Fun Kat.
Mr. Sexy-wink pulled her in close to him, sliding his leg between hers to give him better control of her motions. He knew what he was doing. His masculine scent filled her nose. It was clean and musky at the same time, and Kat was sure she could smell it forever and never grow tired of it.
His body was hard under her hands, and he started to move her around the dance floor to the thrum of the sensual music. The man was a fantastic dancer. He pushed and pulled with his fingers, moving her effortlessly from one move into the next.
For her part, Kat just let her body do what came naturally. The beauty of the blues dance was that it was supposed to be sexy. She rolled her hips and let him guide her into spins that accentuated the flare of her dress. The champagne definitely helped remove any of her inhibitions.
As the song went on, their moves turned into pure sex on the dance floor. Kat was fairly certain that the way he was pulling her hips into his was illegal in several countries. Yet, it was still just dancing. Kat could only imagine what kind of a lover Mr. Sexy-wink was. If he was half as good in bed as he was out on the dance floor, she was fairly certain that he would blow her mind.
Far too soon, the music ended. Panting for more than just oxygen, Kat looked up into Mr. Sexy-wink’s face and was pleased to find his eyes dilated and fixed on her. The look of desire darkening his features heated her belly and sent blood rushing to places that had nothing to do with dancing. Another dance like that, and sweet, reliable Kat would be pulling Mr. Sexy-wink out into the hallway to find an empty room.
Instead of another slow and sexy song, the band picked up with a swing song that Kat had never heard before. Unfortunately, it was one that required Mr. Sexy-wink to remove his leg from hers and dance more traditionally.
He was just as good a dancer for the fast-paced swing song, and even though Kat had a harder time following some of his more complex moves, they were both laughing and grinning as he attempted to spin her through the air.
At the end of the song, they were both breathless again, but for a different reason this time. Kat hoped the band would play another sensual blues number, but they started up “Sing, Sing, Sing” by Benny Goodman.