Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

The song switches from a Spice Girls remix to something smooth and sultry, Duke Ellington’s horn echoing out the long notes to “Stardust.” It’s a deep swelling beat, slow and romantic. Her entire face collapses in dismay. I laugh, grip her hand, and spin her once, watching the material of her dress flare around her legs. I get a tease of ink on the smooth line of her calf before I tug her back to me and set us across the dance floor. “This isn’t what I signed up for,” she grumbles up at me. “What did you sign up for?” “A perfectly respectable top hits pop song and four feet of distance between us.” I tug her closer. My nose nudges her ear. “Liar,” I whisper. She tilts her face until her nose brushes against mine, wide gray eyes blinking up at me. I think it’s the closest I’ve ever been to her. I like it a lot. “Yeah,” she smiles, slow and teasing. “You’re right.” A deep, rumbling groan rushes out of me. Only half of it is for show. “Say that again, but lick your lips a little when you do.” She laughs. “Maybe later.” “That sounds promising.” I adjust my grip on her and ease our steps into something slower.