I twirl her around when we finally succumb to the dark side. “I don’t think I’ve ever done this as sober as I am now,”I tell her. It’s not even that I’m a bad dancer, it’s just not something I’m used to doing.

“Charming.” She rolls her eyes at me as we find our place amongst the crowd. “At least you’ll remember it.”

I laugh. “Believe me, there’s no chance of me forgetting this night.”

Pulling her in, I wrap one arm around her waist and clasp her hand with the other. It’s a relatively slow song, but not your traditional slow dance.

She glances up at me under those long lashes. “One too many club sodas for you.” She laughs, giving me a shove in the shoulder.

Ignoring the jibe, I pull her close and dance with her just how she deserves to be danced.

I’m fucking glad I don’t have to be the lurking bodyguard watching her every move from afar, because I wouldn’t be able to stand it. Not if she were wrapped around some other guy like this.

I’m feeling a high being here with her like no other, and I have to work to keep it in check. This I am just beginning to realize.

I shouldn’t like feeling her so close to me, but it feels right. It feels effortless.

It’s not like I have ever spent this one-on-one time with her before, so maybe that’s what it is. I’m seeing her in a whole new light, in her own world, and she fucking fascinates me.

She leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder as I dance her slow, taking our time. I breathe in her scent. I’m sure it will linger with me forever as I try to commit it to memory. It’s not as though I’ll be smelling her this close after this weekend.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Valentina. I’m not sure if I ever told you.”

She lifts her head to look at me. “You’re just as beautiful,” she whispers.

I laugh. “Now I know you’ve had too many drinks.”

“Maybe so,” she sighs. “But it’s true.”

“We really need to wrap this up before you say anything else weird.”

“Hey, I haven’t even had the chance to see my friends yet.”

“Well, why don’t I take a seat at the bar while you circulate with your friends. Then I’ll drive us back?”

She takes me in for a moment with those deep blue eyes. I swallow hard.

“Sounds like a plan.”

It’s a shame to break apart, but it has to be done, otherwise we may never get out of here.

I take her by the hand and steer her over to her friends who are all circulating around Sarah, discussing the big day ahead. Then I go and take a seat by the bar to clear my head and try to find where my perspective has run off to.

I’m in bad need of a drink, but I’ll wait until we get back. I will have a shot or two of my own, maybe even a beer, then I will more than likely jerk off in the shower thinking about her in that outfit and what her skin smelt like when I pushed her up against the wall.

I meant every word I said. She’s so fucking beautiful.

My eyes stay on her as I sit with my back to the bar and watch her laughing and joking with her friends. I’m sure they are all getting the skinny on what is going on with me and her, as they keep looking over at me.

Her eyes rest on mine as the music continues, and as the lighting flickers, one corner of my mouth turns up watching her. She wanted to play this game, so I’ll play. I’ll undress her with my eyes, show her what she’s missing out on. Teasing me all night with that hot body and that amazing ass, rubbing up on me like that, fucking Jesus. It’s a wonder I can keep a straight thought in my head.

All the while I tell myself I’m supposed to be working, protecting Valentina, not fucking corrupting her.

On second thought, I think I need a cold fucking shower, but I won’t let her know that. My cock is throbbing and has been all night. The need to fuck is overwhelming, but not just with anybody.With her.

These emotions and feelings toward her are confusing me. I need to get them out of my system, need to focus on anything other than wanting to fuck her.

But still, our eyes don’t leave each other. She has a sexy smile on her lips. I want to part her mouth with my tongue and devour her, taste her, take her over the edge.