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drink. And I’m going to make you honor that promise.”
    “Is this your second kidnapping attempt?” she smarted off.
    I felt my cock jerk. The last time she said that I had taken her back to my hotel and had the most fucking incredible night of my life. I wanted it again. I wanted her again.
    “Is that what you want?” I ran my fingers over her arm, pressing into her wrist.
    She pulled away from me quickly. “I don’t want to get fired again. I want to keep my job. That’s what I want.”
    “I don’t think drinks with me will get you fired. Come on, we’re getting out of here.”
    I didn’t give her a chance to protest, but led her through the lobby and outside onto the sidewalk. She was going to let me buy her a drink.
    “I know a place where the locals go.”
    “You do?”
    “I can’t stay in the village all the time.” I grinned as I felt her palm relax when I wound my fingers around hers.
    “Where is this place?” she asked.
    “Around the corner. You like music?”
    “Who doesn’t like music?”
    I laughed. “Good, because I’m taking you dancing.”
    “You said drinks, not dancing.” I saw the scowl on her face.
    “You have to dance with me to get the drink.”
    “That’s—that’s blackmail.”
    I shrugged. “It’s what I want.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “And I guess that’s what you’re used to. You always get what you want, don’t you?”
    I stopped in front of the bar, where we could hear the music blaring from inside.
    “I want the gold.” I stared into her eyes. “I want the world record.” I touched her finger to my lips, biting on the tips. “And I want you .”

Chapter Fourteen

Ava
    H e did it again . My breath stopped. My head spun. I couldn’t remember my name or my zip code. The only thing I could do was look in Blaine’s eyes and get lost. I didn’t know how long I could hold on to the anger. He shredded it with his charm and his sexy bedroom eyes.
    He held the door for me. “Ladies first.” He grinned and I knew he was going to watch my ass when I walked past him. I glimpsed over my shoulder and caught him looking.
    There was satisfaction in knowing that Blaine lusted after me even though I refused to give in to what he wanted.
    The bar was packed. We squeezed through a group waiting for a table. I felt Blaine’s hands clasp my waist and guide me to the other side of the dance floor.
    I watched as the dancers threw their hands in the air, singing along with the Brazilian song. I didn’t know if I could dance like the women on the floor. They moved with such abandon as if they didn’t care who saw their bodies gyrate and spin. I wanted to feel that. I wanted my hair to tussle around my shoulders. I wanted my feet to find their rhythm. I wanted the beat of the music to flow through my soul. This place was intoxicating without a single drink.
    Suddenly, the music changed from a quick tempo to something slow and sultry.
    “I think this is our song, love.” Blaine’s voice was low and deep in my ear.
    The tingle he gave me shot through my spine to my toes.
    The crowd separated for us as he paved a path onto the floor. He twirled me into place and immediately his hands pulled me against his body. I gasped as I felt my chest press against his. He smiled.
    “What is it, love? Worried you’ll want me in the middle of the dancefloor and everyone will see?”
    “God, no,” I snapped, but I felt the instant flutter in my stomach as the warmth of his hands radiated through the thin fabric at the small of my back. I wore something to keep me cool, not to be closer to him.
    His fingertips pressed along my spine and I felt dizzy. Maybe it was the music, or the lights strung overhead. Maybe it was the way our bodies aligned together, or the smell of clean soap on his neck. Maybe it was all of those things that made me forget I was angry at him.
    He dipped me, following the lines on my throat with his eyes. I felt the burn on my skin when we touched. I rose slowly and