Page 30 of Loving the CEO

"You smell amazing," he whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him. "Thanks. It's that new perfume I grabbed this morning at the airport."

"It suits you."

It had been an impulse purchase. Miss Dior Cherie. It was very sweet but also bold, nothing like my usual perfumes.

New fragrance, new me.

Leo moved with the same rhythm I did. Feeling the heat of his body so close almost made me want to lean into him even more, but I couldn't do that. We were already in dangerous territory. Our bodies weren't touching, but there was no more than two inches between us.

When the tempo of the music got faster, Leo put his other hand on my waist before slipping it down my hip, moving my body the way he wanted. I loved that he took charge. I was complete putty in his hands.

"You’re a great dancer," I whispered.

"So are you."

Then I felt one of his hands move between my head and his face.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Your hair got stuck to my lips."

I laughed and leaned forward just a bit, pulling all my blonde hair to one side so it wouldn't be in the way. It was so thick that it took two tries.

I’d always loved my hair. It was my favorite feature. Only now, with it out of the way, I was feeling every one of his exhales on the back of my neck, and it had a strange effect on me. My entire body was heating up. Was it from the drink or because I was moving? Or because of Leo?

I didn't want to overthink this. He was my best friend. We were dancing. There was nothing weird about it.

But then Leo leaned closer. I felt the brush of his belt buckle against the small of my back. I instinctively leaned against him, too, the zipper flap of his jeans pressing against the crack of my ass.

I wasn't just feeling warm now, I was burning, and I knew for certain that it wasn't the alcohol or the temperature in the room. It was all Leo.

My heart rate sped up, and I turned around, smiling. We kept dancing at the same rhythm, but he didn't pull me close again.

Do I have cocktail goggles on, or has this man grown even more attractive in the past few minutes?

I closed one eye, looking at the bar. I saw the liquor bottles lined up perfectly on the counter. Then I switched eyes. Yep, I was still seeing 20/20, so I couldn't blame the alcohol.

"What are you doing?" Leo asked on a laugh.

"I was just checking if I'm actually tipsy or—" I caught myself just in time before I finished the sentence. Then I swallowed hard and looked at him.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Once again, he put a hand at the side of my body, splaying his fingers across my rib cage.

If I say yes, will you touch me somewhere else?

Ihadto be inebriated. There was no other explanation. Why else would I even have these thoughts about Leo when I was supposed to have married someone else today?

“You are a bit flushed."

I was tempted to say that I was fine and wanted to keep dancing, but I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. Instead, I averted my gaze, glancing down.

Damn! How can he look so sexy in that T-shirt?

"You were right about my tolerance to cocktails." I stopped dancing, and we moved closer to the table.

"You didn't drink much, though. Want some water?"

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