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it best to just let the evening flow and have it happen organically.
    Clay offered his hand to her, helping her out of her seat. She
followed as he led out of the dining room.
    "We have a good thirty minutes before the dancing starts. Would
you like to take a walk?"
    "That sounds like a good idea," Diana agreed. She was
actually stuffed from dinner and did not know how she would whirl
around a dance floor.
    By the time they made it to the glass doors that led to the gardens,
Diana realized Clay had not stopped holding her hand. She did not
protest. They strolled slowly, quietly. A few other people had the
same idea, to go out and enjoy the night air after dinner.
    "So hopefully everything worked out for you at work today."
    He squeezed her hand. "It did. Thank you for showing concern."
    Their walk was quiet. For Diana, the mood was building. She could not
help but continue to think about the kiss and it was getting harder
to wait for Clay to bring it up. She did not have to wait long.
    Clay, full of surprises, pulled her to him and kissed her. His lips,
now becoming so familiar and his touch so soft, but firm.
    "I have been waiting to do that all night," he replied,
looking in her eyes.
    She was speechless. The last thing she expected was for Clay to kiss
her like that. So passionately, a man full of desire that she could
feel seeping through his lips.
    His hand was in the small of her back massaging, kneading. It felt so
good, she found herself arching herself into his touch.
    "And you finally gave in?"
    "I did. I could not resist."
    She licked her lips, teasing him. "So was that like last night?"
It felt good to finally throw it out there.
    Clay nodded. "What can I say? It's hard to keep my hands off of
you."
    Diana was not sure what she was expecting as a response. She knew
what she wanted to hear; that he wanted her, desired her and that the
passion behind the kisses were not a figment of her imagination. And
he as much as admitted that when he told her he could not keep his
hands off of her.
    "How did it get to this point?" Once the question escaped
her lips, she threw her hands over her mouth. It was not what she
intended on asking him straight out, it was more of a thought in her
own mind that she wanted to keep to herself. But it was too late. The
words were already out in the universe.
    He stepped in closer to her. "I am not sure how that happened. I
was not expecting it. But sometimes there are things in life that
just occur and you have to go with it. Just kind of ride the wave and
there is nothing wrong with that."
    A light kiss on the cheek as he guided her back inside. Clay was the
kind of man that would definitely keep her on her toes. Such an
unexpected delight.
    They found their way to the ballroom and danced the night away. Clay
proved to be somewhat of an expert on the dance floor. Light on his
feet and a natural leader, he twirled her around the floor as they
laughed and took pleasure in each other's company.
    The music slowed down. Clay did a move where he spun her out away
from him, and then quickly spun her in to his chest. Holding her hand
with his and then his other hand on her waist, they swayed to the
beat. A slow grooving jazz song played as the two of them were
captivated by one another on the dance floor.
    He guided her hips, almost grinding to the rhythm. Seductively moving
to the music, the two of them seemed to be in their own world. Diana
laid her head on Clay's shoulder, feeling safe and secure with him.
The way his breath lightly danced on the skin of her neck and the way
he squeezed her hand, she was so completely taken by him. This man
that at first seemed to be everything was a man she would fall for.
    They danced for three songs in a row, and by the time the band took a
break, it was a moment before Clay and Diana even recognized that the
music had stopped. People were clapping to show their appreciation
for the band and the two of them stood there, mesmerized by the
connection