Seduced by the Italian Billionaire by C J Howard Page B

arriving at the main floor of the club, I realized we'd lost the strong-jawed stranger.
                Tasha looked at me, frowning. "Who you lookin' for?"
                Before I could answer, her frown suddenly became a grin.
                "Oh, that dude who helped us in? Pretty sexy for a white boy, wasn't he?"
                We both burst into giggles, and I nodded.
                "Yeah. Just a little. And by a little, I mean." I scanned the bar area in vain. "I absolutely have to find him."

Chapter2
     
    I scanned the glossy black tables adjacent to the bar, and then the bar again, but still saw no sign of the tall, dark-haired stranger with the broad shoulders.
                Tasha helped me look for a few minutes but then shrugged. "Look. We know he was comin' in here, because he said, 'Ladies, after you.' He was comin' in after us. So chances are, we gonna spot him tonight, sometime. Betcha we'll even run into him pretty soon. So until then, why don't we just get to hittin' the dance floor and havin' ourselves some fun."
                "I guess. But first, maybe I'll just sit down for a little-"
                "Felicia, no! No mopin' around. No more giving that worthless jerk Dwayne one more second of your life. Fun. That's what's about ta happen. So get ready, girl. Because it's going down right about --  "  Tasha  grabbed my hand. "Now!"
                Shrieking at me to just live , she dragged me out to the dance floor, which was already packed, a DJ in one corner playing songs with so much bass that the beats could be felt through the floor.
                Normally the first one on the dance floor and the last one to leave, I shuffled around for a little while, until Tasha cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled loud enough to be heard above the music.
                "I thought you could dance! But maybe that was another friend! Because right now, you look like you don't have any skills at all! And you definitely can't do this!"
                She broke into an exaggerated display of "the running man" dance move, and I burst out laughing.
                She grinned. "See? Now, didn't that feel good? Just to laugh? Now, show me some real skills. But if you steal my running man move, I'm gon' have to mess you up!"
                I laughed again, realizing that it did feel good. And that's when I saw him. The handsome dark-haired man, standing by the bar with a drink. Another dark-haired man, a little shorter, was standing next to him.
                I got Tasha's attention and tipped my head in the direction of the bar. "It's him!"
                He knocked back the rest of his drink and then laughed at something his friend said, his wide smile making my heart seem to skip a beat.
                Tasha grabbed my hand and began striding over to the bar. "Let's go. We about to meet your Prince Charming."
                "No, wait! Just wait."
                Tasha whirled around. "Just what in the hell is your problem now?"
                I shrugged, a little self-conscious at having to yell my problem on a dance floor packed with strangers in order to be heard above the music.
                "I guess --- I guess I'm just a little nervous all of a sudden."
                "You never been afraid to chat up a dude in your entire life!"
                "I know, but -- this guy's just different. He's just so --" I shook my head. "He just makes me feel weird inside just looking at him."
                "Well, things about to get a while lot weirder, then. C'mon."
                "But –”
                "I'll get you all properly introduced and set up and all that. I'll even ask him a couple questions for ya, just so we can kinda feel him out a little before y'all start really talkin'.