Beth's POV
Tate watched me with a sardonic smile, sensing my reluctance. He pulled me into his arms, and I slowly began to move with him. Tate could dance - and wow, he was holding me tightly as I moved my body against him, following his lead. I closed my eyes, my hips and waist moving sensually against him. He was hot. I was hotter. The pounding music carried us into a place of bliss. His warm hands drove me crazy. We stayed on the dance floor for several songs until the world started spinning in front of my eyes. I felt so dizzy.
"f**k, Beth," I heard him say. His voice seemed distant. He swept me off my feet and took me outside. In the parking lot, he set me on my feet. My head was spinning, and I felt nauseous. I doubled over, and my stomach heaved. I vomited onto the ground.
