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He was such a tall man she’d have to stand closer to him than she normally did a dance partner. Normally, that didn’t bother her at these kinds of functions. As long as she didn’t say anything to make someone think it was anything more than a dance, it was usually fine.
There was nothing usual about dancing with Virat. His hands scorched her skin where he touched her. The silk of her dress revealed more flesh than she normally showed. It was still relatively modest compared to some of the other formal gowns the women were wearing.
But she felt the brush of his hand as he touched her back. She shivered.
He leaned down. “You cold?”
She shook her head. “Not really, just a quick chill.”
He pulled her closer.
The scent of his cologne surrounded her. Her chest pressed against his. His strong arms tightened around her slightly when the crowd pushed closer.
What was she doing? This was crazy.
This was Virat.
Not a friend, exactly. But not anyone she’d ever considered...not that she ever considered the men she worked with as romantic partners...but...
Fin was so confused.
“You ok? Enjoying yourself?”
She nodded. “It could be worse, but with Jillian and Rafe and Lacy and Travis...and you...I am enjoying myself.”
She looked up in time to catch his smile. “Good.”
“Thank you for coming with me tonight. If you hadn’t...well, there are quite a few piranhas in this fish bowl.”
“I’m always happy to do guard-dog duty. Any time you need a...friend, Fin, I’m happy to be right here.”
But there was something in the way he tightened his hands on her that made her think maybe he wasn’t exactly thinking friends at the moment.
Her skin tightened, and heat pooled in her entire body.
Maybe, just maybe, Fin wouldn’t mind that, either.