Page 45 of Sinful Temptations

“It’s okay.”

If the girls waiting in line had weapons, I was sure I would have been reduced to a bloody pulp on the pavement. I hoped Roman knew what he was doing. A man whose biceps could probably crush coconuts stood at a giant black door. Roman strode up to him without any hesitation and said something that I had no hope of comprehending.

The bouncer, remaining mute, stepped aside and with one giant arm, held open the door. Roman dragged me past the muscle mountain and through the entrance.

The noise outside was mere background music compared to the thumping hell inside. It pounded through my chest playing havoc with my heartbeat. Roman led me through the crowd, apparently knowing exactly where he was going.

Colored laser beams shone across the room above everyone, spearing the smoke suspended in the air. At random intervals, a laser beam illuminated the entire space like we’d been hit by lightning and the revelers reacted to each flare by pitching into a frenzy of cheers.

With each flash, I took in more of the building. Based on its Romanesque architecture, complete with giant columns that held up the roof, I guessed the building to be at least two hundred years old. Its massive size suggested that it was originally a government building or maybe a nunnery. The original architect would probably curl in his grave if he knew what was going on inside his beautiful building now.

It was impossible to move without bumping into someone, yet nobody seemed to care. Everyone was lost in their own world, dancing to the beat and moving like their bodies were plugged directly into the soundwaves.

Halfway across the room, Roman stopped and turned to me, beaming.

Apparently, we’d reached our destination . . . right, smack-bang in the middle of the giant dance floor.

Every single person around us was gyrating to music that was so loud I doubted I’d be able to hear for a week. There were no lyrics—it was just a beat and tempo.

All the beautiful women near us were checking Roman out. They were probably wondering what the hell a guy like him was doing with an ugly duckling like me.

Roman’s dance moves were synchronized to the music like he knew the song.

He probably did.

It was a brutal reminder of just how much younger than me he was. Four years could be a lifetime when it came to nightlife preferences. When I was curled up in bed at night, Roman was most likely checking out the dance scene.

It hit home that we really were in different stages of our lives.

It also occurred to me that maybe he’d asked me along out of pity. My heart wanted to cry.

But as I watched him and began to make some of my own music-inspired moves, everything around us seemed to vanish. My mind stopped churning and my body started jerking and jiving with reactions that made zero sense yet somehow felt right.

Soon, it was just me and Roman, looking at each other and dancing like we’d lost all self-control. Roman was a rock star, commanding attention with dance moves that hit the right beats. While I was disjointed, he was fluid. While I struggled to catch my breath, on account of the mountain of food I’d eaten sitting heavy in my stomach, he looked like he could dance all night long.

I added another item to Roman’s list—he wanted a woman who liked to dance.

I should ask him more questions, but even attempting conversation was pointless. It was the worst place for a date.

Not that this was a date. Nope. Not a date at all.

We were just two coworkers having a dance. Nothing more.

I scanned the women near me, wondering if any of them would suit Roman.

But it was impossible to tell in this limited light.

It was also impossible to tell when a song stopped and a new one started.

Minutes became hours. The beat never changed. The crowd never abated.

And I soon forgot that I was in the middle of a crowd. Thousands of people surrounded me, and yet, other than Roman, nobody paid any attention to me. I felt invisible. I relaxed enough to break out all my best dance moves. My hips moved in ways I’d never thought possible, and my wobbling tits gave my sexy red bra another workout. I pointed my fingers this way and that. I spun around and clapped.

It felt so good to just let go. I laughed so hard I could hardly breathe.

It was the weirdest fun I’d ever had. I’d never been to a nightclub, so it was definitely going on my list of firsts when I got home.

I lost all sense of time, and it was an eternity before Roman leaned into my ear and yelled, “Let me know when you want to go.”

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