Grounded by Elaine Meece

Author:Elaine Meece [Meece, Elaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-29T23:00:00+00:00

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Annie’s breath hitched when he slid in beside her. His body heat consumed her. She breathed in his scent. He’d had too much to drink. So, had she. The wine didn’t have the punch the scotch was having on Brice.

Truly the last thing she wanted was to make Shea jealous. She didn’t want him returning to his wife, but she knew he probably would. Especially, if they succeeded tomorrow night.

“Annie, I just realized we’ve never danced. Do you dance?”

“Some. Enough to pull off a couple of slow dances.”

“We should practice.”

“This place doesn’t have a dance floor or a band.”

“Then come up to my room.”

“That wouldn’t be wise.”

“Then I’ll come to yours. I’m not teasing about the dancing thing. Shea will see through us in a heartbeat if we step all over each other’s toes.”

Actually, he had a point. She gulped down the rest of the wine. His idea was starting to sound reasonable. “Okay, but as soon as we dance, you have to leave. Understand.”

“Got it,” he said, with a mischievous grin.

“While you pay, I’ll run to the powder room.”

“Sure. Meet you at the elevator.”

Not even five minutes later, Brice waited at the elevator. She glanced around to make sure Keith or Mark weren’t in the area.

On the third floor, she unlocked the door and entered with Brice behind her. He grabbed the remote and turned the television on to a music channel. “That should work.”

Annie knew he was right. They would need to look like a couple in every way. “I guess you should lead.”

He chuckled. “That might be best.”

Someone knocked on her door. Her heart raced. What if it were Mark or Keith coming to ask about tomorrow’s flight?”

“Relax, I’ve got this.” Brice opened the door.

A young man entered with a cart carrying an ice bucket with chilled wine along with a bottle of Scotch and a platter of appetizers.

“You must have the wrong room,” she stammered.

“He’s got the right room. I ordered this downstairs.”

“But you’re supposed to leave after two dances.”

“That’s negotiable.” He signed and tipped the man, then poured them each a drink and handed her the glass. “You seem tense. This should take the edge off.”

“If the drinks I had downstairs didn’t, I doubt this one will.”

“Maybe you should try the Scotch.”

After taking a sip from his glass, she made a face and set it down. “Let’s dance while you can still stand.”

He gently drew her into his arms and placed his head next to hers.

She wrapped her arms around his torso, bringing them closer together. Close enough his body heat warmed her. She tried to step back, but he held her firmly.

“Oh, no you don’t. You said two dances. And this is only the first one.”

Ripples of desire ran through her like meteors through the night sky. Slowly at first, them coming rapidly. Any moment she’d burst into flames.

He blew in her ear, and she almost lost it. “Mr. Jordan, I think this is a bad idea.”

He glanced down. “Calling me Mr. Jordan is a really bad idea.

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