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“WE CAN DANCE, WE CAN dance, everybody look at their hands,” I belt out as I robot across the dance floor.
“I don’t remember this song being so long,” Bob says.
“Not now, Bob! I’m safety dancing!” I bend my elbow and let my forearm wave limply like a drunk robot.
“Nothing about you is safe,” Wim says and yanks me against him, his hips gyrating against my pelvis so that I’m immediately wet.
“Let’s see you dance with your hands,” I say, biting my lip, “on my fluffy piano.”
Wim bites his lip back.
“That’s a mixed metaphor—”
“Not now, Bob!”
“No, he’s right,” Ford says behind me.
“Fine! My metaphors twist like Wim's hips, so spank me.”
Wim raises his eyebrows at me and I smirk back.
“No..." Ford says. "Well, yes, your turns of phrase do gyrate as quickly as Wim’s ass—”
“Stop staring at my ass."
“Stare at his ass more,” I shout over my shoulder.
Behind Ford by the doors, Wes and Reggie are still hugging. Finally, they've accepted their vampire on bear shifter love. Good for them.
“Bob is right that this song is not usually ten minutes long," Ford says, bringing my attention back to him and Bob.
“It’s the dance mix,” I say.
“It’s already a dance mix!” Ford says. He and Bob stand there, looking confused.
"Grind on my ass, Ford or Bob!"
"I don't like this song," Bob says sadly.
The crowd parts and Dean, Finn, and Sebastian with Rose push past us to Reggie and Wes.
"Reg, what the hell is going on?" Dean demands.
"They're in love," I shout.
Reggie turns to them, flushes, and shifts, shrinking back to Amber. Too bad. I was totally going to watch Wes and Reggie make out, unless Amber is willing to shift back...They must be into role play, she's a chameleon after all.
"The doors are spelled," Julian shouts over the music. "No one can get out."
"You see?" Bob says. "I told you something was wrong."
Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I step away from Wim's thrusting hips. "I thought you just hated safety," I say to Bob.
"I'd never hate safety!" he says with those bright, frank blue eyes.
I march over to Amber and her harem and Rose and hers. I glance sidelong at Finn who I had slept with once years ago before Rose worked on Club Vee. "Sup?" I say in my best sultry voice.
Finn quirks a brow at me, pulling Rose into his side. “Hello Saph.”
I raise a brow and make my voice huskier. “Sup, Rose?”
"You mean we're trapped?" Dean says, interrupting my fun. "Who would do this?"
"Indeed. It's a major fire hazard," Ford says next to me. "I shall make a complaint with the fire marshal once we discover who is responsible."
"You should make a complaint about the fire you put in my pants."
Ford draws himself up to his full height and adjusts his velvet coat. "A gentleman does not kiss and tell in public...Also, thank you, I'm so glad you think I'm hot," he says and smiles.
Dean drops his face into his hand. "We have to get away from these crazy bastards if we're going to figure this out."
"I agree," I say. "Amber, Wes, Julian, sorry. Move along. Chase you can stay if you keep talking about carrots."
They all turn to me and my men, glaring, eyes narrowing. All except Chase who rolls his eyes. “I was going to talk about carrots... with Amber. Which is why we’re trying to figure out how to get out of here.”
"Well, that’s easy," I say. "I've already uncovered who is responsible for the stuck doors."
"Who?" Julian asks in surprise.
I lift my hands to gesture to the three men behind me. "These guys who are so damn hot that the movement of their swaying asses melted the metal door frames."
Amber’s eyes narrow and she shifts back into Reggie. “This is serious, Sapphire.” She scowls down at me.
"Will someone turn off this fucking song?" Finn yells. The music screeches to a stop and he sighs. "Finally."
Then a woman wearing shorts and a tank top gets up on a chair in the DJ booth. Her pink hair flows over her shoulders and her arms are covered in tattoos. "Can I have your attention please?” she shouts.
"I found the witch responsible," I say and point at her.