Chapter Seventeen
Tessa danced. She threw herself into a savage abandon, jostled and jolted by a throng of dancers around her.
The handsome fellow who whisked her onto the dance floor was hypnotized by her undulating groin, the way it pulsed against his when they were close, and the way it swayed lasciviously as he watched.
She was gorgeous. He didn’t know her name, but the moment she walked in the door of the club, he knew she was the woman he’d hit on. She was hot, the kind of nasty slut who’d last the night. The more she danced the more she turned him on. Her long blonde hair moved sensuously as her upper moved to the music; he couldn’t wait to run his hands through her soft curls. Her mini skirt was riding so high on her thighs that he could see the lacy tops of her black stocking
