him.
“Is Silver here yet?” Page wondered aloud.
“We have a table. Come with me,” he said, offering his arm.
But Page wasn’t ready to sit down. How often did she get to go out on the town and wind up
dancing with a handsome man? Almost never.
“Let me finish out the song.”
She shuddered when the man blew against her neck and tugged her short hair. If it’s one thing
she didn’t like, it was a man getting overly familiar with her.
“Dance is over,” she announced over her shoulder. “It was lovely.”
“Not done,” he said, still moving.
Justus caught the man’s wrist and twisted his arm away from her. “You’re done.”
Page outstretched her arms. “No violence,” she slurred. “I can smell the testosterone brewing,
gentlemen.”
A couple of hiccups made her pause, but the sickly feeling subsided and she turned around to
face her dance partner. He had a golden tan and midnight eyes, and was watching her in a
ravenous manner that made her uncomfortable. Most Shifters sought out their own kind, but they
were notoriously territorial when it came to another man encroaching on their prize, regardless of
what Breed she was.
Time for a new tactic. “I’d love for you to meet my two kids,” she blurted out.
His eyes widened.
Page smirked. “They’re five and two. They’d just adore you.”
The Shifter took a few steps back and shook his head, walking away. Page knew how to get rid
of persistent men through logic, not so much experience. Most Shifters didn’t like women who had
borne another man’s child. They wanted to claim and conquer their women without any male
competition. Children meant there was a father in the picture they wouldn’t be able to get rid of.
Her feet were hot and she wiggled her toes and frowned. Page turned back around and saw a
wide-eyed Justus staring down at her. Wide, beautiful eyes. They glimmered in contrast with his
shaven, lightly stubbled head and hard features. His gaze was like finding a blue diamond in a war
zone.
“I don’t have kids, so don’t look so appalled,” she grumbled, waving a hand. Then she blew
through her lips making a sound similar to a horse, followed by a snort and chuckle. What a joke.
If he only knew.
“I think you should sit down, Page. You’re… inebriated.”
Page laughed so hard she bent over, clutching her side. A woman accidentally bumped into her
and almost knocked her down before Justus caught Page by the arm.
“I’m having fun,” she argued, standing up straight. “I’m also tired of men thinking they can
boss me around, so you can clip that tone with me right now. If you want me to sit down, then
you’ll have to dance with me until I get tired enough to feel like sitting,” she said in a soft and
playful voice. “Otherwise, take a walk, Mr. De Gradi. I’m busy having fun. Nothing here to see.
Move along.”
A beautiful blonde in a slinky green dress floated between them to talk to Justus, so Page
closed her eyes and began to dance. Slow movements this time, going with the groove of a
popular song. Small strands of hair stuck to her face from the heat, and her red button-up blouse
had come down three buttons so that she could cool off.
It felt strangely hotter, and the heat melted against her in a way that relaxed every muscle in
her body—like being in a sauna. Page opened her eyes and gasped.
Justus was dancing with her.
Bow tie and all, that man could move his body in such a divine way that the gods would have
watched in awe. Masculine, but not showy like the other men with all the bumping and grinding.
He swayed with such a hypnotic and subtle rhythm that she couldn’t look away.
Page touched the lapels of his suit jacket, peeling them back until it fell to the floor. His arm
slid around her lower back and he reeled her hips in until their bodies were close but not touching.
As sexual as his moves were, he kept a small buffer of air between them.
Air she was certain
“Is Silver here yet?” Page wondered aloud.
“We have a table. Come with me,” he said, offering his arm.
But Page wasn’t ready to sit down. How often did she get to go out on the town and wind up
dancing with a handsome man? Almost never.
“Let me finish out the song.”
She shuddered when the man blew against her neck and tugged her short hair. If it’s one thing
she didn’t like, it was a man getting overly familiar with her.
“Dance is over,” she announced over her shoulder. “It was lovely.”
“Not done,” he said, still moving.
Justus caught the man’s wrist and twisted his arm away from her. “You’re done.”
Page outstretched her arms. “No violence,” she slurred. “I can smell the testosterone brewing,
gentlemen.”
A couple of hiccups made her pause, but the sickly feeling subsided and she turned around to
face her dance partner. He had a golden tan and midnight eyes, and was watching her in a
ravenous manner that made her uncomfortable. Most Shifters sought out their own kind, but they
were notoriously territorial when it came to another man encroaching on their prize, regardless of
what Breed she was.
Time for a new tactic. “I’d love for you to meet my two kids,” she blurted out.
His eyes widened.
Page smirked. “They’re five and two. They’d just adore you.”
The Shifter took a few steps back and shook his head, walking away. Page knew how to get rid
of persistent men through logic, not so much experience. Most Shifters didn’t like women who had
borne another man’s child. They wanted to claim and conquer their women without any male
competition. Children meant there was a father in the picture they wouldn’t be able to get rid of.
Her feet were hot and she wiggled her toes and frowned. Page turned back around and saw a
wide-eyed Justus staring down at her. Wide, beautiful eyes. They glimmered in contrast with his
shaven, lightly stubbled head and hard features. His gaze was like finding a blue diamond in a war
zone.
“I don’t have kids, so don’t look so appalled,” she grumbled, waving a hand. Then she blew
through her lips making a sound similar to a horse, followed by a snort and chuckle. What a joke.
If he only knew.
“I think you should sit down, Page. You’re… inebriated.”
Page laughed so hard she bent over, clutching her side. A woman accidentally bumped into her
and almost knocked her down before Justus caught Page by the arm.
“I’m having fun,” she argued, standing up straight. “I’m also tired of men thinking they can
boss me around, so you can clip that tone with me right now. If you want me to sit down, then
you’ll have to dance with me until I get tired enough to feel like sitting,” she said in a soft and
playful voice. “Otherwise, take a walk, Mr. De Gradi. I’m busy having fun. Nothing here to see.
Move along.”
A beautiful blonde in a slinky green dress floated between them to talk to Justus, so Page
closed her eyes and began to dance. Slow movements this time, going with the groove of a
popular song. Small strands of hair stuck to her face from the heat, and her red button-up blouse
had come down three buttons so that she could cool off.
It felt strangely hotter, and the heat melted against her in a way that relaxed every muscle in
her body—like being in a sauna. Page opened her eyes and gasped.
Justus was dancing with her.
Bow tie and all, that man could move his body in such a divine way that the gods would have
watched in awe. Masculine, but not showy like the other men with all the bumping and grinding.
He swayed with such a hypnotic and subtle rhythm that she couldn’t look away.
Page touched the lapels of his suit jacket, peeling them back until it fell to the floor. His arm
slid around her lower back and he reeled her hips in until their bodies were close but not touching.
As sexual as his moves were, he kept a small buffer of air between them.
Air she was certain
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