Page 57 of Accidental Husband
"You're not proposing to him." Griff presses his palm into my back. Turns me toward the Nordic King. "You're dancing."
"And if he invites me back to his hotel room?"
"If you want to go, go."
My stomach twists. "What if he's an ax murderer?"
He chuckles. "Sneak into the bathroom and fuck him here."
Oh my God, no. So much no.
Griff's chuckle gets louder. "Tell him you're texting a friend his room number. So he knows there will be evidence."
"So he won't get away with it if he murders me?"
"If you think he's an ax murderer, don't go."
That's actually reasonable.
He leans in to whisper. "If you go, text me the location."
"You won't come?"
"To his hotel room?"
Yeah, that's a good point. I can't exactly bring Griffin to watch my one-night stand. I mean, I could. If I asked, he'd say yes. But I wouldn't ask.
"Go. Dance."
"But—"
"Now." He pushes me forward.
Okay. I can do this. I can ask a man to dance.
I mean, it's been five years since I've shown interest in another man. I haven't flirted or dated or danced.
But it's a simple question.Would you like to dance?That's doable. That's totally doable.
I suck a breath between my teeth. Exhale slowly. Smooth my dress. Strut.
Okay, it's more of a tipsy sway, but it's something.
Nordic King's gaze shifts to me. My chest. But, hey, I'm not auditioning boyfriends here.
I'm not in this for his personality.
"Hi." I try to find the wordswould you like to dance, but my mouth refuses to open. He's so tall. And handsome. He checks all the boxes—cute, tall, suit, nice smile—but he does nothing to make my stomach flutter.
"Hi." He flashes me a million-dollar smile. Seriously, it's a huge smile.
But it doesn't make my heart race.
It's just dancing. It's not a marriage proposal. It's not even a kiss.
It's no big deal.
Deep breath. Steady exhale.
