BLURRED LINE by A. D. Justice

Author:A. D. Justice [Justice, A. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.D. Justice
Published: 2019-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Silas

When she stepped into view, I fought to keep my tongue in my mouth. Otherwise, it would’ve been on the floor. Not that I haven’t found her utterly gorgeous in every other situation I’ve seen her in, but watching her walk toward me in that tight black dress and those spiky black heels was a full-on fantasy moment.

My plan to take her out dancing until she couldn’t walk anymore flew right out the window.

Fuck giving dancing that pleasure.

If there’s any reason why she can barely walk later tonight, it’ll be because of me and only me. Judging by the way the pulse in her neck jumps from every brush of my fingers and how her breaths become ragged when I lean in to murmur in her ear, I’d say she agrees with me.

We’re having dinner at Café Roval, one of the most romantic restaurants in Miami. The Mediterranean food is exquisite, but so is the outdoor seating in the gardens. With the lush green foliage of trees and plants and soft white lanterns lining the path winding around the sparkling pool, we couldn’t ask for a more tropical paradise setting. The tables are placed far enough apart to give seclusion and provide us ample privacy. Our chairs are close together, our thighs brush against each other, and our eyes linger on each other’s lips for a heartbeat too long to be a coincidence. The fact that we look and act like an enamored couple hasn’t escaped me.

Nor has the sickening thought of her being forcibly removed from US soil when this is said and done.

“Silas, this place is amazing. Thank you again for bringing me here.” She takes a sip of her wine and releases a little moan of indulgence. She has no idea how much that innocuous noise affects me.

“It’s my pleasure, Kira. I hope you have your dancing shoes on. You’ll need them.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, prompting her to giggle in reply.

“I’m ready to dance whenever you are, big guy. Where are we going?”

“The Copa Room. Heard of it?”

“No, can’t say I have.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it.” The wink that follows is entirely automatic, a learned reflex I’m not even conscious of doing most of the time. But in this setting, she may have misunderstood it for something more lascivious.

Not that I mind this small misunderstanding.

“And what exactly is it you think I’ll enjoy, Silas?” She folds her hands under her chin and challenges me with her gaze.

“There are cabaret shows and a large dance floor. Loud music and a lot of people. No one sees what you’re doing because they’re too busy with what they’re doing. I’ll leave my jacket in the car and roll up my sleeves, then I’ll take you out on the floor and spend every minute exploring your body through salsa dancing.”

“Holy shit. I don’t know which sounds better—salsa lessons back at the house where we’ll be alone, or in the middle of a writhing, grinding crowd with loud music and lots of drinks.

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