Chapter Twenty-OneThe music swooned around the room, Juliette lifted her arms and swayed her hips in time with the tempo. She knew she was tipsy, she knew Ben was watching but she really didn't care.
“Dance with me,” she said softly, holding out her hand.
“I'm enjoying the floor show,” he said, sinking further into his leather sofa.
“You are?” Juliette teased.
“I am,” he said with a laugh, “the dancers hot: very hot.”
Juliette lifted the hem of her top, pulling it slowly over her head, “now will you dance with me?” Her sultry whisper had Ben on his feet and pulling her into his arms. His lips found hers and they were kissing passionately.
“Stay with me tonight,” Ben said huskily against her mouth.
“I can't,” she murmured, “it's Christmas Eve, I have to go home to Molly and Harry.”
