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While the two were occupied, I downed the remainder of my drink, then grabbed another off the tray the waitress had left behind and, before anyone noticed, downed that one, too. I needed to relax before Romi returned so I could get my flirt on.

“I’ll go arrange it. You wait here until Romi gets back, then get Marko and come meet me in the office,” Miki stated before stalking off, I assumed in search of Janusz Glowacki.

“Where is Romi?” Ash asked.

“Toilet,” I replied.

“I’m here,” Romi answered, coming up behind us, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a shiver of lust ran through my body at the sound of his voice.

My man was back, and it was time to get this show on the road. Look out, Romi—here I come!

I could feel the champagne going to my head already, and it gave me the Dutch courage I needed.

“Let’s dance!” I said, grabbing Romi’s hand. My eyes fluttered at the spark that went through me at his touch as I dragged him onto the dance floor.

Despacito was playing, and I just loved to dance, especially to Latino music. I adored salsa, so it was a great excuse to get up close and personal with my dream guy. Besides, I knew he liked to dance, too. He was a really good dancer. I grinned at him as I realised it was yet another thing we had in common.

When I considered it, we actually had a lot in common, more than just our family and upbringing. We both loved to create and build things, we were both foodies, and we both loved Latino music and dancing. The more I thought about us, the more I realised just how right we were for each other. I saw that; now I had to convince Romi to see that, and then our family.

Romi was definitely in his element as he led me around the dancefloor, twirling me under his arm, behind his back, pulling me close, and then pushing me a little further away. We moved in sync as if we were made to dance together, and I was in total bliss. Dancing with Romi felt so easy and so bloody sexy. I couldn’t miss the heat in his gaze, and I knew he couldn’t miss the heat in mine.

Every time I saw his sexy smile, it made my heart skip a beat, and I fell for him a little more each time. Something so special was happening between us. I knew it, and so did he. How far he would let it go, however, was yet to be determined. I wanted to believe that he would decide he wanted me for himself from now on, but my head told me things wouldn’t be that simple. I chewed on my lip as he passed me under his arm again.

I shook off my worries. I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to slow down. One step at a time! I reminded myself. Tonight, I would be happy to simply let him know of my interest, sparking his own and simply starting to lay the foundations of our future together. That was enough for today. I would enjoy this evening and not let anything get in the way of that. Everything else would fall into place when it needed to.

So, I smiled brightly and laughed lightly as he twirled me around. Each time he pulled me close, I leaned in and secretly sniffed him. I couldn’t help it. Up close and personal allowed me to inhale his scent properly, and he smelt divine—all musky, spicy, and male. Yum! I could smell him forever.

We danced for some time before stopping for a quick drink and a cool-down. I was so overheated. Dancing was hot work, especially when dancing with such a sexy partner. We gulped our drinks down, and then Romi, smiling widely, grabbed me and led me back onto the crowded dancefloor.

This was a slower song, and we clung together tightly as we swayed in harmony. I doubt either of us would have been so reckless if it hadn’t been so crowded, but since it was, we were taking full advantage. With the lengths of our bodies pressed so closely, I couldn’t help noticing just how well we fit together. Nor could I help but notice how one particular part of his body reacted to our close proximity. I giggled. Oh, my man was packing!

My body naturally responded in kind, my core clenching as I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I loved it. I was completely lost in a world of just the two of us until a shrill voice burst my bubble. Damn it!

“You idiot! Look what you have done!” a woman screamed.

I looked towards the sound and saw a plump woman in a red dress covered with bits of cream and shouting at the pretty waitress from earlier.

“You need to watch where you are going, young lady!” she huffed.

Derrick Reid, the assistant to the owner of the events company who was coordinating the opening, ran over with a cloth, “Ma’am, I am very sorry for this unfortunate incident. Let me help you get cleaned up,” he said, dabbing at the front of her dress.

“My dress is ruined, and this insolent girl doesn’t seem to care! What are you going to do about it?” the woman shouted loudly as the waitress protested her innocence. That poor girl. She had obviously been knocked into again, and another accident had occurred, and she was being blamed.

“Why, you insolent little madam!” the woman huffed angrily, making a scene as the older male beside her spoke quietly to her.

Ash was heading her way, and Romi frowned before walking towards the group. I followed reluctantly, mad as hell at the interruption to our wonderful evening.

“I want to know what they are going to do about my dress!” she said, shaking off her partner’s hand in frustration. She was obviously not listening to what he was saying.

“Mrs Peacock, let me be of assistance?” my brother said, turning on the charm.

“Why don’t you let my cousin Romi here escort you and Mr Peacock home, and then you can send me a bill for the cleaning of your beautiful dress? Then, on Monday evening, if you are free, you and Mr Peacock can enjoy a meal at Tribeca as my guests, of course?”

What? That was all I heard before a wave of devastation hit me. Romi was being sent away, and our night was being cut short to placate this horrible woman. I looked at Romi, and I was sure I saw the same level of disappointment I felt reflected in his eyes. I huffed out a frustrated breath. It was so unfair.

Finally, I tuned in to the conversation again.

“We will look forward to it immensely,” the horrid woman simpered, batting her eyes at him. I recognised her then as Mitzie Peacock. Her husband, John, was a big, round, jovial, and unassuming man—the complete opposite of his wife.