Page 36 of Chasing the Dream

She stiffened in his embrace, and he tightened his grip on her waist.

“He’s probably jealous.”

“He has no reason to be. You’re my boss.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

As the song came to an end, the singer said, “Don’t leave the floor. We’re gonna play one more slow song.”

Morgan tried to back away, but he was holding her too tight. “I said one dance, remember?”

“What’s the harm in one more?”

She could think of plenty of reasons they should stop, but she was afraid to tip her hand again. “Fine, but we’re leaving after this.”

He pulled her close again, and this time, she didn’t even bother listening to the lyrics. Her body conformed to his like it was always meant to, and she simply let go and enjoyed the rush of sensations that flowed through her veins.

“You’re a good dancer,” he said after a minute.

“So are you.” Dammit. Is there anything he isn’t good at? She’d read somewhere that you could tell if someone was a good lover by the way they slow dance. If that were true, he must be a bona fide Casanova. There wasn’t anything stiff or awkward about him. He held her and moved with ease, looking much more confident than many of the other men on the dance floor.

By the time the song ended, she felt disappointed, relieved, and aroused.

“We should probably find Bryan and say goodbye,” Gabe said, glancing around the room.

“He might be in the back.” But then Bryan sauntered toward them, and she wondered if he’d been watching them the entire time.

“Leaving already?” Bryan said.

“Yes, but thanks for the hospitality.”

“Anytime.”

“We’ll work up a proposal and give you a call early next week.”

“Sounds good. Oh, I almost forgot. This is for you.”

Morgan had noticed him holding something, but when he held it out to her, she was surprised. She unrolled the black fabric to see that he’d given her a T-shirt with the name of the bar on it, the same T-shirt all the waitresses were wearing.

“Oh. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no big deal. I have a ton of them.”

She thought it was interesting that he’d given one to her and not Gabe, especially since Bryan was wearing one just like it.

“We’ll talk next week,” Gabe said a bit briskly.

After Bryan walked away, Gabe placed his hand lightly on her lower back and led her outside.

The cool night air felt refreshing against her heated skin, and she breathed deeply of it before sliding into the car.

“Well, what did you think?” she asked as they drove away.

“I think the guy’s a jerk.”

She gaped at him. “I meant about his place.”

“I know what you meant,” he growled. “Geez. Could he be any more obvious—giving you a T-shirt with his logo on it?”