“Do you?” She tilted her head. “Do I like dancing?” “Yes.” “I do, as a matter of fact.” “Would you like to? With me?” Perfect white teeth flashed. Of course her teeth were perfect. Everything about her was perfect. “We can’t dance. We haven’t been introduced.” “Then dance with me here. In secret.” “No.” It was a game. He could feel it in his chest, the breathlessness of it. “Why?” “It could ruin me. If we were found.” He stepped closer, close enough that he could pull her into his arms. “I would never ruin you.” It should have been a flirt. An empty, teasing trifle. Something men said to women
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