Sexy Dancer
Rowan leaned back against the plush leather seat, swirling his glass of whiskey and watching the amber liquid catch the light. His friends were gathered around him, already deep into their second round of drinks, laughter and conversation filling the air. He’d barely been listening, his mind wandering to the strange day he’d had, to the woman and her son who’d somehow ended up in his path.
Remi. The name lingered in his mind, dragging up a faded memory from years ago. She was the daughter of some man his family had done business with long ago—someone who had been important, whose loyalty had once helped save the Vaughn family from a rough patch. He remembered the girl, barely a teenager back then, but he hadn’t thought of her in years.
Or maybe his memory just wiped that out of his head.
“Rowan!” One of his friends clapped him on the back, snapping him back to the present. “Come on, man. You’re miles away.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rowan muttered, shrugging him off with a faint smile.
“Forget about Gigi for a while,” his friend said, leaning forward with a grin. “You’re not married yet. Get laid, have some fun! You need this.”
Rowan chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not exactly in the mood for... that kind of fun.”
“Sure you are!” another friend added, smirking. “We’re at one of the best clubs in Paris, and you’re moping. Look around, man.”
Rowan raised his glass, a reluctant grin on his face. “Alright, alright, I’ll look.”
The whiskey burned as he took a sip, letting the warmth settle him a little. His friends laughed and returned to their banter, but Rowan’s eyes drifted out toward the dance floor.
Something…no…someone…caught his eye.
A woman in a short black cocktail dress moved with the beat, her figure effortlessly seductive as her hips swayed. She lifted her arms, laughing as she turned, her hair flowing in loose waves over her shoulders. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the plunging neckline, the curve of her waist, the glow of her flushed cheeks.
Rowan’s jaw tightened. It was her.
Remi.
His friends noticed the change in his expression and followed his gaze, their own eyes widening as they realized who he was looking at.
“Rowan, don’t,” one of them said, a warning tone in his voice. “She’s off-limits, isn’t she?”
He barely heard them, his eyes locked on Remi as she moved, oblivious to the attention she was attracting. There was something different about her tonight. She looked carefree, her face lit up with laughter, her whole body alive to the music. It was a side he hadn’t seen before—a side he hadn’t known existed.
Ignoring his friends’ warnings, he downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass down, his decision already made. He pushed back from the table and walked down the steps, his gaze never leaving her as he made his way toward the dance floor.
The crowd parted as he moved, his presence commanding enough to draw looks from everyone around. But his attention was focused solely on her. The closer he got, the more he could see the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her lips curved in a smile as she bit down on her lower lip, lost in her own world.
When he reached her, he didn’t hesitate. His hand went around her waist, pulling her back against him. She spun around, her eyes widening, a slight hiccup escaping her as she took in his face.
“You...” she breathed, her voice slightly slurred, a hint of laughter in her tone.
“Me,” he replied, his voice low and amused.
A slow, lazy grin spread across her face, and she leaned in closer, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling. “Dance with me,” she said, biting her lip in a way that made his pulse quicken. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and she looked up at him through her lashes, a playful, almost mischievous gleam in her eyes.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his grip tightening on her waist. She was intoxicating like this, so different from the composed, guarded woman he’d met earlier. And damn if she didn’t look absolutely irresistible, her lips so close, her body pressing against him with every sway.
Without a word, he started moving to the rhythm, pulling her closer as they found the beat together. Her hands slid up to his neck, and she tilted her head, looking up at him with a smile that was both daring and inviting.
“Having fun?” he murmured, his voice low, barely audible over the music.
She let out a laugh, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. “More than you can imagine,” she replied, her voice soft and a little breathless.
Her laughter was infectious, and he felt something inside him shift as he watched her. He hadn’t felt this way in... he couldn’t remember how long. She was like a spark, igniting something in him that he hadn’t known was missing.
“You look... different,” he said, his voice gruff, as if admitting it cost him something.
She raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Different good or different bad?”
“Definitely good,” he replied, his gaze dipping down to her lips before meeting her eyes again.
She bit her lip, her expression softening as her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. “Well, I could say the same for you. Didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Vaughn.”
He smirked. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Miss... Surgeon.”
She laughed again, rolling her eyes. “Surgeon? That’s what you’re going with?”
He shrugged, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s fitting.”
She shook her head, laughing. “Oh, please. Tonight, I’m just... Remi. Not a surgeon. Just... me.”
His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her just a little closer, feeling the warmth radiating from her. “Well then, Remi,” he murmured, his voice rough, “I think you might be a little... tipsy.”
She grinned up at him, unbothered, a glint in her eyes that sent a spark down his spine. “Tipsy? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he replied, smirking as she wobbled slightly in his arms.
“Maybe a little,” she conceded, her cheeks flushed as she gave him a coy smile. “But that’s what makes it fun.”
He chuckled, feeling something warm twist in his chest. She was bold, daring—nothing like the cautious, guarded woman he’d met before. Her laughter was like a melody that pulled him in, made him forget everything else.
She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned a little closer. “So... you’re going to just keep staring at me, or are you actually going to dance?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’re the one doing all the moving.”
She laughed again, rolling her eyes. “Fine.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips quirking up in a playful smirk. “Show me how it’s done, then.”
His pulse quickened as he tightened his grip on her waist, guiding her movements to match his. The music pulsed around them, but all he could focus on was the feel of her in his arms, the warmth of her body against his. Every sway of her hips, every laugh, every glance she threw up at him—it was like she’d cast some kind of spell on him.
“You look... different when you’re not in scrubs,” he murmured, his voice thick, his gaze dropping to the curve of her collarbone.
“Flirting, Mr. Vaughn?” she teased, her hand trailing up to play with his collar.
He smirked, looking down at her. “I think you like it.”
She tilted her head, biting her lip as her eyes met his. “Maybe I do.”
He felt a jolt of heat shoot through him, his breath catching as her hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She was bold, uninhibited, and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at him like that, like they didn’t care about his name or his status.
Her gaze flickered down to his lips, and he felt his heart race, his mind a blur. “Remi,” he murmured, his voice low.
She didn’t answer, just pulled him closer, her eyes half-lidded, her lips inches from his. She was toying with him, and damn if he didn’t feel every bit of the tension coil in his chest.
“Please…Dance with me,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost a challenge, her eyes locked on his. She bit her lip, her gaze smoldering, and he felt himself harden, his breath coming in short.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Rowan tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, moving in sync as the music throbbed around them. It didn’t matter where they were, who was watching. She was there, in his arms.
His trousers tighten when she turned around moving her ass against him, rocking him.
Fuck. He couldn't resist.
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