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gonna stay like this for a second," he whispered, barely moving his lips the way a ventriloquist does. "It's gonna seem like a nice, long kiss, and when we're finished, you should smile like you enjoyed it, okay?"
"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you."
He smiled before letting his hands fall.
I gazed at him with a sincere smile. "You're the best," I said.
He laughed as he began leading me again. "Glad to help."
"How will we know if it worked?" I asked.
Just as I said it, we ran straight into a brick wall. One second we were moving fluidly on the dance floor, and the next, we are at a dead stop. I looked up to find that we had run straight into Jordan Crawford. I started to apologize for our clumsiness, but then I realized by his expression that he was the one who had run into us and not the other way around.
"Seriously, Bailey?" he asked, looking straight at me. Shocked, I glanced back and forth from Jordan to Ben. People on the dance floor continued to move around us as if they didn't even notice we'd stopped. I scanned our immediate area for Vanessa, but there was no sign of her or her red dress.
"Is there a problem?" Ben asked, putting an arm protectively around my shoulder.
"There's, yes, there's a problem."
I couldn’t believe it. This incredibly gorgeous man who I'd been thinking about for months was so agitated by seeing us kiss that he stopped us right in the middle of a dance. It made me so happy that it was all I could do to hold back a smile. I had to bite the inside of my cheek in order to keep a straight face.
"Are you with him?" he asked, gesturing to Ben. "I thought you said he was just your boss."
"Just your boss?" Ben asked me, looking hurt.
My gaze shifted nervously as I took in the crowded dance floor at this formal affair. I looked at Jordan with an apologetic expression.
"Ben was just helping me out," I said.
"Helping you do what? Clean your teeth?"
Ben and I both laughed. "I told her it seemed like her doctor was jealous, so I kissed her to test my theory."
"Congratulations," Jordan said in a frustrated tone. "Your theory was correct." He looked at me. "Why are you kissing him?"
"Maybe she wants to," Ben said.
Jordan didn't take his eyes off me. "Do you?"
"Where's Vanessa?" I asked, still looking around.
"Do you?" Jordan asked again.
"Where is your date?" I repeated, still searching for her since somewhere in the back of my mind I pictured her coming out of nowhere and pulling my hair or stabbing me with her hi-heel.
"It doesn't really matter, now does it? Because at this point, I think she knows… I think it's obvious that…" He threw his hands into the air and shook his head, looking discouraged. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have interrupted you." He started to walk away, and I was almost too speechless to say anything, but Ben nudged me forward.
"I wanted you to," I said. Jordan turned around to face me again. It looked like a scene from a movie with the way there was music in the background. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ben walked away, leaving the two of us on the dance floor together.
"What did you say?"
"I said I wanted you to interrupt us. I'm glad you did."
"Why'd you let him kiss you, Bailey?"
"Because I can't think of another man in the whole world that I want more than you, and..."
"So you let someone else kiss you? That makes no sense whatsoever," he said, regarding me with an impassive stare. We were standing about a foot apart, and his posture made it obvious that he was feeling possessive. He was bruiting, and it made him look dangerous and even more irresistible.
"I like you, Dr. Crawford, and if you want to know the truth, I hated seeing you—"
"Jordan," he said, interrupting me. "My name's Jordan."
I cracked a tiny smile as I continued. "Okay, Jordan, truth is, I hated running into you with your beautiful girlfriend."
"At least I didn't have my tongue down her throat," he said.
"Ben's tongue was nowhere near my throat."
"His mouth
"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you."
He smiled before letting his hands fall.
I gazed at him with a sincere smile. "You're the best," I said.
He laughed as he began leading me again. "Glad to help."
"How will we know if it worked?" I asked.
Just as I said it, we ran straight into a brick wall. One second we were moving fluidly on the dance floor, and the next, we are at a dead stop. I looked up to find that we had run straight into Jordan Crawford. I started to apologize for our clumsiness, but then I realized by his expression that he was the one who had run into us and not the other way around.
"Seriously, Bailey?" he asked, looking straight at me. Shocked, I glanced back and forth from Jordan to Ben. People on the dance floor continued to move around us as if they didn't even notice we'd stopped. I scanned our immediate area for Vanessa, but there was no sign of her or her red dress.
"Is there a problem?" Ben asked, putting an arm protectively around my shoulder.
"There's, yes, there's a problem."
I couldn’t believe it. This incredibly gorgeous man who I'd been thinking about for months was so agitated by seeing us kiss that he stopped us right in the middle of a dance. It made me so happy that it was all I could do to hold back a smile. I had to bite the inside of my cheek in order to keep a straight face.
"Are you with him?" he asked, gesturing to Ben. "I thought you said he was just your boss."
"Just your boss?" Ben asked me, looking hurt.
My gaze shifted nervously as I took in the crowded dance floor at this formal affair. I looked at Jordan with an apologetic expression.
"Ben was just helping me out," I said.
"Helping you do what? Clean your teeth?"
Ben and I both laughed. "I told her it seemed like her doctor was jealous, so I kissed her to test my theory."
"Congratulations," Jordan said in a frustrated tone. "Your theory was correct." He looked at me. "Why are you kissing him?"
"Maybe she wants to," Ben said.
Jordan didn't take his eyes off me. "Do you?"
"Where's Vanessa?" I asked, still looking around.
"Do you?" Jordan asked again.
"Where is your date?" I repeated, still searching for her since somewhere in the back of my mind I pictured her coming out of nowhere and pulling my hair or stabbing me with her hi-heel.
"It doesn't really matter, now does it? Because at this point, I think she knows… I think it's obvious that…" He threw his hands into the air and shook his head, looking discouraged. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have interrupted you." He started to walk away, and I was almost too speechless to say anything, but Ben nudged me forward.
"I wanted you to," I said. Jordan turned around to face me again. It looked like a scene from a movie with the way there was music in the background. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ben walked away, leaving the two of us on the dance floor together.
"What did you say?"
"I said I wanted you to interrupt us. I'm glad you did."
"Why'd you let him kiss you, Bailey?"
"Because I can't think of another man in the whole world that I want more than you, and..."
"So you let someone else kiss you? That makes no sense whatsoever," he said, regarding me with an impassive stare. We were standing about a foot apart, and his posture made it obvious that he was feeling possessive. He was bruiting, and it made him look dangerous and even more irresistible.
"I like you, Dr. Crawford, and if you want to know the truth, I hated seeing you—"
"Jordan," he said, interrupting me. "My name's Jordan."
I cracked a tiny smile as I continued. "Okay, Jordan, truth is, I hated running into you with your beautiful girlfriend."
"At least I didn't have my tongue down her throat," he said.
"Ben's tongue was nowhere near my throat."
"His mouth
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