“The thought never even crossed my mind.” She smiled, thankful for his humor. “I just… I just can’t believe how much you’ve done for me today. Thank you.” She swallowed. “I want to thank you for everything. Not just today. For the job, for helping me find my confidence, for all of it. I—”
“You deserve every bit of it,” he said, cutting her off, as if afraid she might tell him she would miss him when she left. “I would do it all over again,” his whispered, voice thick with desire. “And more. I’ve screwed up more times than I can count, and yet, for some reason, you keep giving me chances.”
He twirled her around the floor, his ballroom dancing skills making it easy for Jamie to follow. Several other couples stopped to watch them move.
“I promise you I won’t screw it up this time, Jamie.” His hand pressed against the small of her back, sending thrills of desire in every direction starting from his touch. “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you, Jamie. But I want to spend the rest of my life trying.” He cupped her face with his free hand as her feet forgot to keep moving. He stopped with her. “I’m in love with you, Jamie. More than work, more than money, hell, even more than myself. If you decide to give me one last chance, I promise you I’ll give you everything I possibly can. I’ll do everything I possibly can to make you happy. I’ll never throw you away or treat you like crap because you deserve so much more than that.”
She bit her lip. “You really mean that?”
“I do.”
She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Alex sighed and pulled her close, his hand sliding up her back to hold her neck and run his fingers into her hair. He kissed her gently.
She smiled and deepened the kiss, trying to express all of her feelings and all of her love with that simple contact.
They broke apart when the song ended. Alex rested his forehead against hers. “I’m yours,” he said. “Forever.”
Jamie grinned. “What do you say about getting out of this place and fooling around in that big limo of yours?”
A sexy smirk broke across Alex’s mouth. “Hell, yeah. You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the dance floor. “Good. I’m dying here.”
“You are?” He followed closely behind her, his free hand reaching to caress her derriere.
“And I’m not wearing any panties!”
The growl that came out of his throat had them both running for the exit.
~ THE END ~