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I wondered if he’d be here.
I was mid-conversation with some former colleagues I hadn’t seen in a few yearswhen I got my answer. The sight of him made me lose my train of thought.
On the other side of the room, Grant Lexington stood wearing a classic black tuxedo. Hewas talking to an older gentleman, which gave me the opportunityto really take himin—tall, broad shoulders, yet not overly bulky, a narrow waist with one hand restingcasually in his pants pocket. Even from a distance, his confidence registered. There wassomething about the way certain men held themselves thatshowed they were in charge, andthat really worked for me. It could take a man who was a seven and make him an eleven inmy book. On the other hand, a handsome ten with a meek personality could be reduced to afive.
Mr. Confident held a drink in hisleft hand and raised it to his mouth, but he stoppedbefore drinking. He seemed to sense something and looked around the room. When his eyescaught mine, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He excused himself from theconversation and strode toward me.
My body tingled as I watched him approach with long strides, and I turned from the groupI’d been standing with.
“What a pleasant surprise,” he said.
I tried to appear casual as I sipped my champagne. “I’m filling in forBickman.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
Grant eyed the group next to me. “Are you here with a date?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Would a compliment be unwelcome? Iwouldn’t want to sexually harass you.”
“Compliments are always welcome, Mr. Lexington.”
His eyes sparkled. Taking hold of my elbow, he led me a few feet away from the groupI’d been standing with.“That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man likeme.”
“What was the compliment anyway?”
Grant’s eyes swept over me. “You look beautiful tonight.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
Grant stopped a waiter as he passed. He gulped back the rest of the amber liquid in hisglass and slipped the flute of champagne from my hand, setting them both down on thewaiter’s tray.
“I was drinking that.”
He motioned for the waiter to move along and returned his attention to me.“I’ll get you more when we’re done.”
“Done with what?”
He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
He smirked. “I’m fucking positive it’s not.”
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