The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 61

He took one step closer. “Sometimes, I’m convinced you enjoy making me suffer.” His usually deep voice sounded

hushed. Giving to his words an afterthought quality.

“Oh.” I frowned. My mouth opened, but I still struggled for a few more moments. “Okay, you have every right to be

pissed, but in all fairness, we are even because you should have warned me it would get that intense.” I laughed

awkwardly. “If I had known, I would have added a ninja star or two to my outfit. They would have definitely come in

handy with Lady in Red.”

Aaron towered over my short height, quiet and still gazing at me in that way that made me shift on my feet again.

Silence settled between us once more, bringing to my attention that we were no longer surrounded by the crowd that

had gathered in front of the stage. Instead, the murmur of voices accompanied with a mellow tune came all the way

from the other side of the rooftop.

Aaron broke the silence, saying, “Dance with me.”

Chapter Nine

He offered his hand, letting it hang in the small space between our bodies.

Dance?

Gaping at his hand, I hesitated. Not really sure whether I had a reason to doubt his offer or if it was just the way I

automatically reacted to Aaron.

“Is this part of the deal?” I heard myself ask.

Aaron frowned.

“Us dancing, I mean. Just for show, right?” I explained.

I wasn’t blind—or stupid—and I was pretty sure that dancing wasn’t something we needed to do. But a big part of me

was effectively confused, and I was growing more so by the moment. So, by saying that out loud, I was simply

throwing myself a lifeline I could grab on to until I could clear up the mess in my head.

“Right,” Aaron answered, that frown disappearing and his hand still waiting for my decision. “Just for show.”

I accepted his offer, letting his large palm wrap around mine, unsure of how good of an idea it was.

Aaron pulled me gently behind him, and my legs shook with a weird mix of anticipation and unease. His hand was

warm and firm against mine, making me feel good and tingly even though I could tell it weighted down that lifeline I

was trying to hold on to with teeth and nails.

I was still unsure of how good of an idea this was when he softly dragged me where a small group of people had

gathered to dance.

But it was when he stopped walking, turned, and stepped close—so very close—that my mind finally flagged this as a

bad idea. So much that a part of me started debating whether I should run away or pretend I fainted right there and

then so I didn’t have to face what we were about to do.

Dancing.

Together.

As in Aaron Blackford—the man I had been antagonizing for so long—and me.

Oh sweet baby Jesus.

Aaron draped his arms around my waist, and I felt a shock of electricity spreading across my body from the points

where his hands rested on my back. My breath caught, and something heavy and solid dropped to the bottom of my

stomach.

Swallowing hard, I tilted my head back. I thought I saw dare and wariness in his gaze. All at once. And that sent an

unsolicited spur of anticipation through me.

I placed my hands on Aaron’s chest—noticing how hard and toned it felt under my fingers—but unlike earlier tonight,

when I had accidentally touched him, this time, I let my hands rest there. Only then did he bring me to him. My small

frame immediately cradled in his much larger one.

A heartbeat later, we were moving, almost every part of our bodies from our chests down pressed together. Aaron’s

motions were sure, directing, while mine were stiff and incompliant.

Releasing a breath through my nose, I tried to relax my limbs. To focus on the mechanics of dancing. To calm that

red-hot awareness raging inside of me. But the knowledge of how close our bodies were was blowing up alarms

inside my head and making it impossible for me to think about much else besides that.

Dancing. We were dancing. Bodies flushed. And that was something we weren’t supposed to be doing. A situation in

which Aaron and Lina, who barely tolerated each other, shouldn’t be finding themselves in because this wasn’t

something that people who couldn’t stand each other did.

Aaron spun me in a circle with a swift motion and pressed me against him one more time, making my heart quicken in

a way it had no business doing.

The music was slow, perfect for swaying and forgetting about everything outside the smooth rhythm. Ideal for getting

lost in the peace that being in someone else’s arms could bring. But the more we swayed, the further I was from

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