MARTHA POV
Caelin leaned closer.
I knew it was him before he spoke.
My body had become an i***t with excellent tracking skills. Now that I knew about tingles, every time he was next to me, sparks would rise on my skin.
Annoying.
Deconcentrating.
Freaking perfect.
“Dance with me,” he said.
I turned slowly, at my own risk. RISK because in that dark suit he looked insanely hot, even more now that his hair was slightly messier than it had been at the beginning of the evening. His expression was softer than I was prepared for and he was holding out one hand.
I looked at it as if it would burn me on the spot. Because, it would. Duh.
“I don’t dance.” I whispered politely.
His mouth curved.
“You fight men twice your age and made them look like toddlers with briefcases every day.”
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