dance.
She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her heart pounded in time to the music. The lyrics of the song were sexy, the beat feverish, with Jake’s big broad body bumping against hers.
This was his world. This was the kind of fast-paced party he was used to attending. She felt like a newly sprouted flower that was about to be crushed. But God help her, she liked it, too.
Because of how much she liked Jake. Everything about him thrilled her. Scared her.
Jake was singing to the song while he danced.
She shouldn’t have come here. She shouldn’t be swaying like the siren he’d accused her of being.
Holy island hell. Some of the couples on the dance floor were kissing, tongues and all—mimicking Lena and Mark, who were making a rowdy spectacle of themselves.
Carol’s skin went hot. She hoped that Jake didn’t notice the sensual activity.
Unfortunately, he did. She could tell the very moment he became aware of what was happening. He stopped singing and actually bit down on his bottom lip. Carol was doing that, too, fighting the urge to join in and press herself against Jake and kiss the living hell out of him.
Finally, the provocative song ended. The next one wasn’t so bad, even if the beat was still quick and thumping.
Carol didn’t know how long they danced. They didn’t stop until the lights returned to normal and the ballroom settled down a bit. Guests headed for the buffet or outside to catch some air.
Jake and Carol got two frosty glasses and filled them with lemonade from the fountain. She desperately needed to quench her thirst. So did Jake apparently. He practically guzzled his.
“We should go say hello to Lena,” he said.
“Yes, of course.” They hadn’t wished her a happy birthday yet. “Where is she?”
“I think she and Mark are over there.” He motioned toward the bar.
Yep, that’s where Lena and her boyfriend were. As soon as Jake and Carol approached them, Lena dived straight into Jake’s arms and gave him a sisterly hug. Mark, with his fluorescent-streaked blond hair and colorfully lined eyes, grinned at Carol and said hello. Up close, she saw that he was younger than Lena, by about five years or so. Lena was blonde as well, with a long, leggy figure and doll-like features, her eyes wide and her lips bowed. She came from a showbiz family. Her parents were well-known movie stars, albeit divorced now. Even her grandmother had been a go-go dancer in the sixties, which was where the cage inspiration had probably come from.
The pop star released Jake and shifted her attention to Carol. “Do I know you?” she asked. “You seem really familiar.”
“We’ve met briefly a few times. I’m Carol Lawrence, Jake’s assistant.”
“Oh, that’s right. Wow. You look spectacular.”
“Thank you.” Carol appreciated the compliment and how genuine it sounded. “So do you. It’s a wonderful party, and your entrance was magnificent.”
“It was fun. A girl only turns thirty once.”
Carol nodded, and after a second of silence, Lena tugged her away from the earshot of the men. But by now, the guys were already engaged in conversation, so it didn’t seem to matter, anyway.
“When did you and Jake start seeing each other?” Lena asked.
Carol quickly clarified, “We’re not dating.”
“Yet he brought you here? On a couples-only weekend?” Lena made a curious face. “Oh, come on. Who’s he trying to kid?”
“Really, it’s no big deal.” Carol downplayed her answer, especially with how badly she’d wanted to kiss him on the dance floor. “He needed a date for the party, and I was accessible because I work for him.”
“Mark works for me, too. And now we’re messing around.”
Carol didn’t know what to say. The comparison was making her terribly nervous. So she settled on, “Things happen.”
“Do they ever.” Lena leaned in close. “I am rather crazy about Mark. But who knows how long it will last? I do have a reputation for being fickle.”
Carol wagged her finger, a little playfully, a little seriously. “So I’ve heard.”
The birthday girl laughed, making no apologies. “Life is too short not to go after what you want. So whatever you do, just have a good time this weekend. You might even end up being crazy about Jake, too.”
It was already too late for that. But still, Carol needed to be careful not to go overboard. She didn’t live by Lena’s free-spirited standards.
Their private discussion ended, and Lena went back to her beau. Carol returned to Jake and he asked her to dance again. Only now, the music was a little slower, a little softer.
And more tempting than ever.
As Jake led Carol toward the dance floor, he said, “How about if we go into one of the cages this time?” He wanted to give it a whirl.
She blinked at him. “You want to dance inside of one of those?”
“Sure. Why not? The cage Lena and Mark were in is free.”
“I guess that would be okay.” Carol sounded intrigued but tentative. “As long as it doesn’t elevate like when they performed.”
“That was just part of a show. They won’t do that to us.” He took her hand as they neared the cage. “But just in case, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”
“No, but you better be kidding about the ‘just in case’ part.”
“I was.” He shot her a teasing smile. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her this evening.
When they reached the cage, she entered first, and he held back to study her. She looked like an exotic bird who’d just been captured, the beads on her dress winking in the light.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
“Nothing.” He joined her inside and closed the gate.
Now that they were in there together, the space seemed tighter than he’d expected. Or maybe it just felt that way. But since the song was a ballad, it made sense for them to stand so close.
Jake took Carol in his arms, and they moved in unison, naturally compatible. They had chemistry, he thought. On and off the dance floor. In and out of the cage. She fit perfectly against him, making him want to hold her even closer.
He glanced at the big flat-screen monitor. Carol’s gaze flickered to it, too. The video was a montage of movie star couples, from early Hollywood until now.
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