Page 64 of Reckless Dare

His arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer while more pictures were taken.

A few moments later, he pulled her back into the dancing crowd.

They moved smoothly to the beats. She wasn’t much of a dancer but with awareness increasing, she automatically gravitated towards him. Sparks literally flew when his hands moved over her waist.

Even as her breathing sped up, she still didn’t know what to think.

Maybe it’s a good thing that I suddenly feel attracted to him.

All the while, she had been kept off going on an official date with Neeraj because she felt guilty of leading him along. But now she felt something, and it might be worth exploring.

“Neeraj, I—” Before she could finish, a couple locked in a passionate kiss bumped into her, pushing her even closer to him. Her hands fell on his tuxedo covered chest to catch her balance.

She was about to pull away but his grip turned possessive. He pulled her towards the end of the dance hall and almost near the balcony where there were hardly any people.

She should gently disengage and not mislead him into thinking she wanted to be alone with him. But she was shocked once again by the heat that coursed through her body. She gave in.

She danced to the heavy beats of the music molded against him in their own personal corner. She could feel the smooth movement of his muscles with every small step.

Her lips parted and began tingling when she felt his dark, intense gaze on her mouth.

“Neeraj, I—” She forgot what she was about to say when a thought suddenly hit her.

Neeraj’s eyes aren’t this dark or intense.

That’s when she began noticing other things as well. Her eyes were usually at the level of Neeraj’s mouth. But now, even with her borrowed high heels, her eyes were at his throat level. Neeraj wasn’t as broad either.

The guy I’m dancing with is not Neeraj!

Then who is he!

Just when she began to panic, the music stopped and the lights turned brighter. And that’s when she saw him clearly.

It was her tormentor.

“You!” she whispered in shock.

She didn’t have to see his face without the mask. The small twist of his mouth was enough for her to recognize him.

Oh God! I was dancing with my enemy!

Not only was she dancing with him, their bodies were molded together intimately.

“Ava?” Neeraj was standing a few feet away from her without his mask looking at her with anger.

Ava looked at Neeraj with shock. He was wearing a tuxedo but the mask he held in his hand was completely different from what she was wearing. It was green, and black and gold.

“What are you doing with him?” Neeraj asked in both anger and hurt.

“N-neeraj… I… I thought I was dancing with you.”

Neeraj looked at her in disbelief. “How can you think it was me? And why are you wearing a different dress from what I sent?”

Once again she was shocked. “I thought you sent me this dress.”

“No! That’s not from me!”

Oh God!

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