I don’t even bother checking if Dante’s looking as I follow the man onto the dance floor. If he hasn’t noticed by now, that’s on him.
The man is tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a man who actually works out…not just the ‘I have a gym membership’ kind, but the ‘I could probably snap someone in half if I felt like it’ kind. His grip on my waist is firm, steady, and way too confident.
"You’re beautiful," he says smoothly, like he’s used to getting what he wants. "The most beautiful woman in the room."
I let a slow smile tug at my lips. "And you’re not so bad yourself."
"Not so bad?" He arches a brow, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "That’s not exactly what I was hoping for."
"What, were you expecting me to call you the most handsome man here?"
He chuckles softly, like he d
