“Don’t you dare!”
His lips brushed against my left ear as he whispered something I couldn’t quite hear.
Then he released me and took a slight bow as the music reached its peak.
I stomped on his foot, my face burning with embarrassment and anger.
Calden smiled, seeming completely unbothered by my attack on his foot.
Instead of pulling back, he moved in closer.
“You could use some practice in ballroom dancing.”
“No, thanks.” I gritted my teeth.
Calden carried on as if he didn’t hear me.
“I could be your partner. There’s a party next—”
“What are you trying to do?” I asked coldly.
Calden’s change in attitude since the divorce didn’t escape my notice. Elsa had commented that maybe he wanted to get back together with me.
I would be lying to myself if I said
