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I wondered if he’d be here.
I was mid-conversation with some former
colleagues I hadn’t seen in a few years when I got my answer. The sight of him
made me lose my train of thought.
On the other side of the room, Grant Lexington
stood wearing a classic black tuxedo. He was talking to an older gentleman,
which gave me the opportunity to really take him in—tall, broad shoulders, yet
not overly bulky, a narrow waist with one hand resting casually in his pants
pocket. Even from a distance, his confidence registered. There was something about
the way certain men held themselves that showed they were in charge, and that
really worked for me. It could take a man who was a seven and make him an
eleven in my book. On the other hand, a handsome ten with a meek personality
could be reduced to a five.
Mr. Confident held a drink in his left hand and
raised it to his mouth, but he stopped before drinking. He seemed to sense
something and looked around the room. When his eyes caught mine, a slow, wicked
smile spread across his face. He excused himself from the conversation and
strode toward me.
My body tingled as I watched him approach with
long strides, and I turned from the group I’d been standing with.
“What a pleasant surprise,” he said.
I tried to appear casual as I sipped my
champagne. “I’m filling in for Bickman.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
Grant eyed the group next to me. “Are you here
with a date?”
“No. You?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Would a
compliment be unwelcome? I wouldn’t want to sexually harass you.”
“Compliments are always welcome, Mr. Lexington.”
His eyes sparkled. Taking hold of my elbow, he
led me a few feet away from the group I’d been standing with. “That’s a
dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”
“What was the compliment anyway?”
Grant’s eyes swept over me. “You look beautiful
tonight.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
Grant stopped a waiter as he passed. He gulped
back the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and slipped the flute of
champagne from my hand, setting them both down on the waiter’s tray.
“I was drinking that.”
He motioned for the waiter to move along and
returned his attention to me. “I’ll get you more when we’re done.”
“Done with what?”
He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s such a
good idea.”
He smirked. “I’m fucking positive it’s not.”
★★★
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