Billionaire Bridegroom by Moreland Peggy

Author:Moreland, Peggy [Moreland, Peggy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury-Silhouette Desire 90s
Published: 2011-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

Six

Forrest stalked across the dance floor, roughly shouldering his way past the dancing couples who blocked his way without a care for the surprised and angry looks he drew. When he caught up with Sterling and Becky, he gave Sterling’s back a sharp jab that brought the man up short.

“What the—”

But before Sterling could finish the expletive, Forrest was unwinding Becky’s arm from around his neck and planting it firmly on his own shoulder.

“Hey!” Sterling cried as Forrest forced himself between the two. “That’s my dance partner.”

“Was,” Forrest tossed over his shoulder. “I’m cuttin‘ in.” He turned to look down at Becky, his dark scowl daring her to disagree. “Unless you have a problem with that?”

She slipped her hand around his neck and grinned up at him. “Nope. In fact, I was hoping I’d have an opportunity to talk to you tonight.”

“Well, I’m needing to talk to you, too.” He danced her away from her former partner. “About this fiance of yours,” he began.

She tossed back her head and laughed. “Isn’t that funny? That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“It is?” he asked in surprise, though he was sure that what she wanted to discuss would be poles apart from what he had to say.

“Yeah. I’ve got a few more questions I’d like to ask.”

He bit back a groan, remembering the questions she’d posed the night before. “No way.”

She angled her head in warning. “You lost the bet, remember?”

As if he needed the reminder, he thought glumly. “What kind of questions?” he asked, his voice heavy with dread.

“Dancing for starters.” She glanced around to see if any one was listening to their conversation, then eased closer, lifting her face to press her mouth near his ear. “I’ve heard that dancing is a whole lot like making love,” she whispered. “Is it true?”

He jerked his head from hers as if she’d scalded him, then quickly steered her around a slower moving couple before he plowed a path right up the unsuspecting couple’s backs. “Where do you get these damn fool ideas?” he growled. “Dancing’s, dancing. Period.”

She looked up at him, her green eyes wide with innocence. “Oh, but I can see how the two would be similar,” she insisted. “Just think about it, Woody. The rhythm, the intimacy, the moves.”

Even as she made the comparison, her breasts brushed seductively against his chest. He stumbled a step at the contact, but quickly recovered. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

She smiled guilelessly up at him. “That’s okay. Anyway,” she said and, to his regret, returned to the subject with the instincts of a homing pigeon, “I remember reading once that, in more primitive societies, dancing is a part of the mating ritual, so there might be some truth in the claim.”

He snorted and shifted his hand on her back...but tensed when his hand met bare skin. He stole a glance over her shoulder and saw that her dress had a diamondshaped cutout across the middle of her spine, one he knew would reveal a bra—if she was wearing one.

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