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Paul looked at her, his face full of disappointue to say no To send Holt away But that wasn’t going to happen “Can you give us a minute, please?” she asked Paul

He nodded once, his eyes on Holt “Sure thing”

After he left, she crossed her arms “What’s up?”

“We’re on the dance floor, so we should probably dance,” he said, dipping his head down so he could speak in her ear without shouting “Dance with me, Lyd?”

Her heart twisted at the soft question The way he used her nickname never failed to make her quiver, which was silly, really It was just a name “Sure”

They startedto thebefore it His hips moved in a way that she didn’t think was possible, and he kept his hand on her lower back the whole tih her thin shirt If she didn’t know better, she would swear she wasn’t wearing one at all, from how distinctly she felt him Knock it off, Lydia He’s not interested

“Why did you co to distract herself fro “Isn’t Barbie going to miss you?”

He cocked a brow “Is that her name? I didn’t ask”

“Do you always flirt with people without asking their names?”

“All the ti the Except with you”

For so he had a protocolThough, you don’t have to see me if you don’t want”

He rolled his hips in a way that screamed sex Dirty, dirty sex “We’re in the same bar, so I kind of did have to see you”

“Not really” She swayed, and he stared at her hips When he glanced back up, he wore a naughty smirk The saht “You could have kept talking to Barbie, and I could have kept dancing with Paul, and this wouldn’t be happening”

“Ah, but it’s not that easy” He led her toward an alcove, never breaking beat once “I saw you, and then I saw him, and I had to step in”

Her heart fluttered “Why?”