Boycotts and Barflies by Victoria Michaels Page B

set her body on fire, Michael stood there,
    gazing at her. “I am working. I better go back or Jack will have my head. But
    you know where I’ll be if you want to talk or anything.” His darkened eyes once

    again swept down her body, then returned to her face as a sly grin crossed his  lips. “Oh, and thanks for the dance. It was really … hot.” He reached down and  took Grace’s quivering hand, kissing the top of it before winking at her and  heading back to the bar.
    She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She just  stood there, her  knuckles tingling from where his lips had made contact with her skin, her 63
    legs—jelly. Bianca came running over laughing. “Sorry, Grace, but I have to do  whatever I can to win those shoes, and I think that just increased my chances  of winning big time. You guys looked so hot together on the dance floor!”
    Still unable to form any intelligible speech, Grace took off up the stairs, back to  the table where she snatched up both her own Cosmo and Meg’s, downing b oth  of them in huge gulps. When her breathing and pulse returned to the normal  range, Grace glared savagely at her so-called friend. “That was evil, Bianca!  How long was he behind me? Do I even want to know?”
    Shaking her head no, Bianca bit her lip to hide her grin but answered anyway. “We switched when you stopped dancing. I thought for sure you’d notice, but  you were distracted by something at the bar. The man jumped right in and put  his hands on your hips and got you dancing again. That was the hottest thing  I’ve ever seen. You really must have been feeling it.” She cracked herself up  while Grace found herself blushing, again.
    The pieces all began to fall into place in her head. It had been Michael that  whistled at her when she was dancing, and those were his commanding hands  on her hips. Shoot me now. Just kill me, Grace thought as she flung her face  down into her hands. On the plus side, he did say the dance was hot.
    When she regained her composure, she looked at Bianca and said, “That was  evil and I will get you back somehow.”
    “I told you, I’m just trying to increase my chances of winning the shoes.
    There’s nothing wrong with that.” As Grace came down from her adrenaline  rush, she and Bianca burst into laughter. They settled down, and then Grace  remembered what had distracted her earlier. She jumped up from her chair  and looked over the rail to the bar where she found Meg, sitting on the corner  of the bar, with a notebook in her hand taking drink orders from customers
    and barking them out to Ryan, who happily ran around filling them.
    Grace looked over her shoulder. “Bianca, come check this out!”
    “That little shit! What’s gotten into her?” Bianca peered down at Meg from the  railing, watching her not only flirt with Ryan, but Jack as well.
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“I have no idea, but I guess he remembered her. Come on, let’s go make Jack’s
    day! Your turn to have some fun.”
    Bianca whipped a mirror out of her purse and quickly fixed her hair and put on
    a fresh coat of lipstick. “Let’s do this,” she said with a wink and an excited
    gleam in her eye.
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    Grace had to muster all of her courage to walk down to the bar and talk to  Michael after what had just happened out on the dance floor. Every time her mind wandered back to it, she felt the blood rush to her cheeks and she began fanning herself from the intense heat radiating off her skin. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, Grace was sure she’d be in the ICU.
    Somehow, she managed to force one foot in front of the other and strolled up behind Michael, who was leaning with his back to the bar, talking to Jack. “Michael!” she shouted right behind him. His hands flew