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Chapter 3

She knew she had caught him off-guard with her request. He had clearly been deep in thought when she asked him to dance with her, and judging from the furrow between his brows he was brooding over something.

She was hoping he was thinking about her.

He had pulled his hand out of under her fingers almost immediately when she had put her hand on his. The contact had been brief, but she had still felt a jolt rushing through her body. She had been happy that the bartender had asked for her ID, distracting her while she had fumbled through her small purse and showed it to him so that he could check her age before he had walked off to pour their drinks.

Normally she had her ID already in hand. She had only turned twenty-one four months ago, and everyone was still asking for her ID whenever she ordered a drink. But she had been so distracted by Killian's presence beside her that she couldn't think straight anymore.

The scotch was burning down her throat and warmth spread through her as the golden liquid found its way to her stomach.

Maybe the rich taste was giving her the necessary courage, or maybe the alcohol made her do things she should probably not do.

Like asking him to dance.

But before she could change her mind, her mouth had showed a will of its own and formed a mock pout, and her hand had closed around his and she had pulled him on the dance floor.

She had taken some dancing classes during college, so she knew a lot depended on how well her partner could dance to make a waltz a great experience and not a disaster with squashed toes and gritted teeth.

But she should have known that he could dance. Of course he could. And of course he danced with an easiness that made her heart beat harder in her chest. She definitely didn't need to fear that they would get out of step, or that he would step on her toes.

It was perfect. They fit perfectly together.

Her hand on his shoulder tightened as she looked up at him and was greeted by a dazzling smile, his eyes dancing with sheer joy, and her heart slammed first into her throat and then plummeted into her stomach.

God, she was so screwed.

He was so close. His cologne was wafting into her nose and God, he smelled delicious. And his mouth was only a few inches away. She just needed to tilt her head a little bit, and she would be able to press her lips on his.

His hand was shifting on the small of her back and a shiver ran down her spine.

She was so fucking screwed.

She knew she had been the one asking him for the dance, and apparently it had been the worst idea she ever had.

She needed to get a grip, otherwise she would jump him right here on the dance floor, and would probably cause a scene.

She nearly let out a sigh of relief when the music ended, and he guided her back to the bar. The relief was so great that she almost chuckled, and she swirled around to him, her mouth turning up into a huge smile.

Disaster averted.

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It hadn't been the hell he expected.

The moment her hand slipped into his and his arm around her waist, and the first beats of a waltz reached their ears, he was swept up into the music.

He loved to dance, and she was an exceptional partner. He had never danced with her before, but it was as if they were made for each other. No stumbling steps. No rigid postures. He relaxed into the dance, enjoying the fluid movements, enjoying her slender body fitting perfectly against his.

It hadn't been hell until the music stopped, and he leaded her back to the bar and she slumped against it. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling and then she looked up at him, her mouth curling up into a smile and all the lewd thoughts jumped back to the forefront of his mind.

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her really, really bad.

"Maybe we should call the limo now," he said harshly, regretting his tone when he saw her smile falter.

"Sure," she said quietly. "I'll just go to the restrooms very quick. I'll be back in a minute."

He watched her crossing the room and disappearing through the door, and gritted his teeth. Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his phone and called the limo service, getting the information that they would send a limo immediately, and it would reach their destination in about ten minutes.

He signaled the bartender and ordered another scotch while waiting for Emma. But then it hit him that he would be alone with her in a limo very soon. Alone with her scent enveloping him. Alone with her gorgeous body shifting beside him, and this time he wouldn't be able to distract himself with driving.

No. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

He couldn't drive home with her and his eyes started to scan the crowd, searching for a perfect prey, finding her at the other end of the bar.

Brunette. Perfect.

Dark eyes. Even more perfect.

Clear invitation in her eyes. Triple perfect.

He sauntered over to her, cocky smirk in place, and she turned around to him, giving him a perfect view of her exceptional cleavage. But he forced himself to not look down, his eyes staying on her face.

"Wanna have some company?"

"For here or for ..." she paused, and raised an eyebrow, her tongue darting out and licking over her bottom lip. "Something else."

"Both," he replied, leaning closer and ignoring the twinge of guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't as if Emma and he had anything going on. And there would never be anything between them. Why should he waste a perfect opportunity to find a gorgeous woman to fuck his brains out for one night?

"How about we are taking this to a quieter corner?" She reached for his hand, and pulled him out of the room and down the floor. "And by the way ... the name is Tracy."

"Killian."

They didn't get far before she shoved him against the wall, and kissed the living daylights out of him. She was demanding and passionate. Exactly his kind of woman.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back to have better access to her mouth. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her nearer, feeling her shift, her body sliding over his already hardening length, and he splayed out his fingers, skimming with the tips over her ass.

"Killian, the limo is here."

Emma's voice interrupted them, and he released Tracy's lips slowly and tilted his head, keeping her still pressed against his body as he looked at Emma.

"You go ahead, Emma. I think I will stay for a little while longer."

He could see the hurt flashing over her eyes, and the twinge of guilt was back in the pit of his stomach. Just much more forceful. But he didn't act on it.

Maybe it was better if she hated him. It would make it easier to ignore the attraction. Even now he could feel a pull. A pull drawing him towards her.

But it couldn't happen. They couldn't happen. It was better that way.

Emma stared at him for a few more seconds before she shook her head and swirled around, storming down the floor and out of the main door.

And maybe he should have followed her. Maybe apologizing to her would be the honorable thing to do. But she was the sister of his best friend and he wouldn't touch her. She was off-limits.

Following her would only end in disaster.

"Hey, gorgeous," Tracy whispered into his ear, pulling his ear lobe between her teeth and tugging at it gently. "I am waiting."

"You are impatient," he said, looking down at her. "I like that."

And shoving every thought about a blond woman with green eyes out of his mind, he leaned down and captured Tracy's lips for another searing kiss.

*runs behind the couch and searches for cover*

Sorry, about the ending. Muse insisted on it. But you will hopefully get the next chapter on Sunday and then weekly updates. :-)