She was Fun Kat tonight. Not Scaredy Kat, not Responsible Kat, and certainly not Running-away Kat.

Taking one last swig of champagne, Kat set the empty glass down on the closest table and grinned at Mr. Sexy-wink. She was going to show him a good time, even if she had to fake it. She knew she could do this.

The lights turned low on the dance floor as a new song started, sexy and slow. Kat wasn’t sure if she should be excited or nervous, but either way she was going to rock it. This wasn’t swing. This was blues dancing. It was a little like swing dancing, but much, much sexier. It was perfect for Fun Kat.

Mr. Sexy-wink pulled her in close to him, sliding his leg between hers to give him better control of her motions. He knew what he was doing. His masculine scent filled her nose. It was clean and musky at the same time, and Kat was sure she could smell it forever and never grow tired of it.

His body was hard under her hands, and he started to move her around the dance floor to the thrum of the sensual music. The man was a fantastic dancer. He pushed and pulled with his fingers, moving her effortlessly from one move into the next.

For her part, Kat just let her body do what came naturally. The beauty of the blues dance was that it was supposed to be sexy. She rolled her hip

s and let him guide her into spins that accentuated the flare of her dress. The champagne definitely helped remove any of her inhibitions.

As the song went on, their moves turned into pure sex on the dance floor. Kat was fairly certain that the way he was pulling her hips into his was illegal in several countries. Yet, it was still just dancing. Kat could only imagine what kind of a lover Mr. Sexy-wink was. If he was half as good in bed as he was out on the dance floor, she was fairly certain that he would blow her mind.

Far too soon, the music ended. Panting for more than just oxygen, Kat looked up into Mr. Sexy-wink’s face and was pleased to find his eyes dilated and fixed on her. The look of desire darkening his features heated her belly and sent blood rushing to places that had nothing to do with dancing. Another dance like that, and sweet, reliable Kat would be pulling Mr. Sexy-wink out into the hallway to find an empty room.

Instead of another slow and sexy song, the band picked up with a swing song that Kat had never heard before. Unfortunately, it was one that required Mr. Sexy-wink to remove his leg from hers and dance more traditionally.

He was just as good a dancer for the fast-paced swing song, and even though Kat had a harder time following some of his more complex moves, they were both laughing and grinning as he attempted to spin her through the air.

At the end of the song, they were both breathless again, but for a different reason this time. Kat hoped the band would play another sensual blues number, but they started up “Sing, Sing, Sing” by Benny Goodman.

“Care to take a break and get a drink?” Mr. Sexy-wink asked, wiping at the sheen of sweat on his brow.

“That sounds great,” Kat agreed. Sexy dancing or conversation with Mr. Sexy-wink were exactly what she wanted. As much fun as the fast paced song was to dance to, it wasn’t what she wanted. She could dance with anyone to this song, but she wanted to get to know the man more.

“I’m AJ, by the way,” Mr. Sexy-wink said, putting his hand on the small of her back and guiding her toward the bar.

“Kat.” She held out her hand and they formally shook. Kat felt a little silly being so formal, but she didn’t care. It was nice to have her hand in his. His grip was strong and his hand comfortable around hers. The little shiver of adrenaline from touching him directly was nice, too.

“What can I get you to drink?” AJ asked, leaning up against the bar. Most of the wedding guests were out on the dance floor, so the bar actually had enough space for them to come up and order drinks.

“Tequila. On the rocks,” Kat replied. Go big or go home, she thought to herself. No fruity, sugary drinks tonight. Champagne and tequila were all she needed.

AJ’s eyebrows raised. “Two tequilas,” he told the bartender.

For a moment, Kat thought about asking him if he wanted to do it as a body shot, but she looked around the room. Most people were in tuxedos and ball gowns. Despite sounding like a lot of fun, it wasn’t time yet. She’d just have to suggest it later, when it was more appropriate.

“How do you know the happy couple?” AJ asked, handing her a tumbler full of clear liquid.

“The bride and I have known each other since college,” Kat answered. She took a small sip and managed not to sputter. It was more bitter than she remembered. “How about you?”

“Professionally.”

Kat smiled. He was probably one of the country club boys who was friends with Bob. Given that AJ’s watch looked just as expensive as the one Bob wore, they probably did business together.

“What do you do then, AJ?” Kat asked. She liked how easy she was finding it to talk to him. Granted, they were still conversing in small talk, but there were no awkward pauses or scrambling to find a subject.

“I get paid to sign paychecks and sit in a fancy office,” he answered with a shrug. “It’s really not that interesting.”

Kat grinned. He had to work with Bob, then. That was exactly what Bob said when asked about what he did. Bob said it was because no one wanted to hear about braces and running a business.

“So what do you like to do that isn’t signing paychecks, then?” Kat asked, taking another small sip of tequila.

“I swim.” He grinned at her and took a sip of his own drink.

“Competitively, or just for fun?” Kat took in his swimmer’s shoulders and lean physique. He must swim a lot.

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