the other way in case he thought she was watching him again. One dance led to a second before she was able to excuse herself, ignoring Adam’s obvious disappointment. She sighed as she made her way towards the exit. Adam was very nice but she just wasn’t interested in him.
‘Will you dance with me, Lucy?’
All of a sudden Max appeared at her side and she stopped dead. ‘Dance with you,’ she repeated numbly.
‘Uhuh.’ He placed his hand on his heart and grinned at her. ‘I promise on my honour that I’ll do my very best not to trample all over your toes.’
Lucy’s mouth quirked before she could stop it. ‘That doesn’t sound very encouraging. Just how bad a dancer are you?’
‘You’ll have to judge for yourself.’ He smiled as he held out his hand. ‘Come on, Lucy. Take pity on me. If you won’t dance with me then I’ll be left standing here like a wallflower!’
‘I don’t think so. I imagine you could find yourself another partner easily enough.’
‘Maybe. But it’s you I want to dance with, so won’t you say yes? Please?’
Lucy felt her stomach muscles clench when she saw the expression in his eyes. She knew she should refuse but it was impossible when he looked at her so beseechingly. She placed her hand in his and let him lead her back to the floor. There was a fast number playing this time and everyone was having a wonderful time. Max laughed as he swung her round to face him.
‘I hope you’re ready for this.’
‘Bring it on,’ she assured him, and he chuckled.
‘Well, you only have yourself to blame.’
He spun her round, twisting her this way and that until she was breathless. Despite what he had said, he was an excellent dancer and she glowered at him when the music came to an end.
‘There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you dance!’
‘That’s all down to you.’ He smiled at her. ‘I’ve raised my game to keep up with my partner.’
‘I don’t think so!’ she scoffed. ‘If you ask me, insinuating that you’re a rubbish dancer is just a line. I expect a lot of women fall for it, don’t they, Max?’
‘If it helped to persuade you to dance with me, that’s all that matters,’ he said quietly.
Lucy felt heat flash through her veins when he pulled her into his arms. The music had changed to a slow tune now and when the lights were dimmed, she closed her eyes, giving herself up to the seductive rhythm. She could feel his lips nuzzling her hair and sighed, enjoying the feeling of closeness and the fact that it made her feel special to be held like this, desired.
‘I could dance with you like this for ever, Lucy.’
Lucy frowned when she heard the grating note in his voice. Bearing in mind what he had said about not wanting a long-term relationship, it seemed very strange. Opening her eyes, she tipped back her head and looked at him. ‘I thought you avoided commitment?’
‘I do. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings.’
He drew her to him so that she could feel his arousal pressing against her. Lucy swallowed when she felt hernipples immediately peak in response. She was wearing a black silk dress that night and she knew that Max could tell she was aroused too.
He drew her even closer, his fingers splaying across the base of her spine as they swayed together in time to the music. Lucy could feel the tension growing with each second that passed and shivered. It was obvious that Max wanted her and it made her wonder why he’d been so keen to call a halt when he had. Surely it would have made more sense if he’d tried to persuade her to have an affair with him?
She was still trying to puzzle it out when the music stopped and the lights came up. She stepped out of his arms, feeling light-headed and giddy as the thoughts whizzed around her head. Leaving aside Max’s motives, what would she have said if he had tried to talk her into having an affair? It was easy to claim that she would have refused but was that really true?
‘Will you dance with me, Lucy?’
All of a sudden Max appeared at her side and she stopped dead. ‘Dance with you,’ she repeated numbly.
‘Uhuh.’ He placed his hand on his heart and grinned at her. ‘I promise on my honour that I’ll do my very best not to trample all over your toes.’
Lucy’s mouth quirked before she could stop it. ‘That doesn’t sound very encouraging. Just how bad a dancer are you?’
‘You’ll have to judge for yourself.’ He smiled as he held out his hand. ‘Come on, Lucy. Take pity on me. If you won’t dance with me then I’ll be left standing here like a wallflower!’
‘I don’t think so. I imagine you could find yourself another partner easily enough.’
‘Maybe. But it’s you I want to dance with, so won’t you say yes? Please?’
Lucy felt her stomach muscles clench when she saw the expression in his eyes. She knew she should refuse but it was impossible when he looked at her so beseechingly. She placed her hand in his and let him lead her back to the floor. There was a fast number playing this time and everyone was having a wonderful time. Max laughed as he swung her round to face him.
‘I hope you’re ready for this.’
‘Bring it on,’ she assured him, and he chuckled.
‘Well, you only have yourself to blame.’
He spun her round, twisting her this way and that until she was breathless. Despite what he had said, he was an excellent dancer and she glowered at him when the music came to an end.
‘There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you dance!’
‘That’s all down to you.’ He smiled at her. ‘I’ve raised my game to keep up with my partner.’
‘I don’t think so!’ she scoffed. ‘If you ask me, insinuating that you’re a rubbish dancer is just a line. I expect a lot of women fall for it, don’t they, Max?’
‘If it helped to persuade you to dance with me, that’s all that matters,’ he said quietly.
Lucy felt heat flash through her veins when he pulled her into his arms. The music had changed to a slow tune now and when the lights were dimmed, she closed her eyes, giving herself up to the seductive rhythm. She could feel his lips nuzzling her hair and sighed, enjoying the feeling of closeness and the fact that it made her feel special to be held like this, desired.
‘I could dance with you like this for ever, Lucy.’
Lucy frowned when she heard the grating note in his voice. Bearing in mind what he had said about not wanting a long-term relationship, it seemed very strange. Opening her eyes, she tipped back her head and looked at him. ‘I thought you avoided commitment?’
‘I do. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings.’
He drew her to him so that she could feel his arousal pressing against her. Lucy swallowed when she felt hernipples immediately peak in response. She was wearing a black silk dress that night and she knew that Max could tell she was aroused too.
He drew her even closer, his fingers splaying across the base of her spine as they swayed together in time to the music. Lucy could feel the tension growing with each second that passed and shivered. It was obvious that Max wanted her and it made her wonder why he’d been so keen to call a halt when he had. Surely it would have made more sense if he’d tried to persuade her to have an affair with him?
She was still trying to puzzle it out when the music stopped and the lights came up. She stepped out of his arms, feeling light-headed and giddy as the thoughts whizzed around her head. Leaving aside Max’s motives, what would she have said if he had tried to talk her into having an affair? It was easy to claim that she would have refused but was that really true?
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