Dan smiled at her then continued his conversation. "Let's wrap this up, Jack. Give me the summary." He stood there listening to the phone and looking at Kay, rolling his eyes to show his boredom with the call. He leaned against the wall.
This was not the same man in the three-piece suit from work, not at all. She had wondered what Dan's body would look like, but this was better than anything she had imagined. Dan looked like a model: fit, timeless, super masculine, and hot. Wow, Dan. Where did you come from? She eyed him for a bit longer, drinking him in. No wonder women threw themselves at him. If she could, she'd grab those muscles and explore every one of them. Mmm, especially that great looking chest, that firm butt, those ripped arms, that . . . Wait! This could be trouble. Dan said no romance, remember? She looked down.
So was it a mistake to go partying with him? Perhaps, but then again, she was free to ignore him at the party and hunt for other guys. That would help her and Dan keep their distance from one another. Maybe he wanted that, too.
Dan hung up the phone and one corner of his mouth curled up, looking her over like he did the first day they met. She felt the hunger, but this time she basked in it and gave him a little curtsey. After a few seconds, Dan exhaled. "You look great. Are you ready for a Westerley?"
"Certainly not, but I'm coming."
"Wonderful! I can't wait to see how they react to you." He offered his hand and she took it, feeling the fire inside him, threatening to explode. Kiss him. Don't kiss him. Damn. Dan gallantly led her to the car.
They approached the church, all lit up in the night like midnight mass. Its doors were wide open and people were standing on the steps, talking and drinking. Everyone was dressed formally. Most of the people she saw were older and milled around in tuxedos and gowns. The only people even close to her age were obviously security guards, burly men in dark suits and darker glasses. She looked down at her outfit and twisted her mouth. This miniskirt is just plain wrong. But at least Dan didn't fit in either, dressed so informally, and he didn't seem uncomfortable about it.
Two women walked up dressed like Kay, young and also out of place. One had a short white skirt with a red and white halter top. The other wore a tailored black minidress.
"Wow, Dan. You've got all kinds here."