“Dennis is here,” she whispers. “He was asking somebody at the bar if they’d seen us.” I can smell the fruity drink she must have downed before she came back. “Just follow my lead.” Before I even have time to be confused, she reaches for my hand, tugging me from where I’m sitting. “Come dance with me!” I must make a face, because Mackenzie barks out a laugh. “Oh, come on. Dance with me, sourpuss.”
I’m momentarily distracted by the warmth of her palm, even more so by the inviting quality of her smile. Like she really wants to dance with me. It makes it hard to say anything other than “Okay.” I slide the rest of the way out of the booth, casting Paul an apologetic glance. “Sorry.”
“Go, go,” he urges. “Dance with your mate.”
His smile is as sly as it’s been for the last five minutes, but I don’t have time to be uneasy about it with Mackenzie pulling me across the floor like she is. She pulls me closer when we’re encased in the swarm of people there, taking my hands and placing them on her hips before she hooks hers behind my head.
“I figured he wouldn’t bother you if you were dancing with me,” she explains.
“Oh.” I nod, turning to scan the crowd to see if I can catch sight of him. “Good call.”
“Two birds,” she hums.
I arch an eyebrow. “What is the other bird?”
“When will I ever get to say again that I danced with Noah fucking Taylor?”
“That’s an interesting takeaway,” I chortle.
“My friend Parker calls you that,” she admits. “Noah fucking Taylor. You really are a weird kind of celebrity at work.”
“I never meant to be,” I tell her.
Strangely, her smile widens. “I’m starting to get that. Just part of your charm.”
There it is again. I still can’t get used to anything in relation to me being referred to as charm.
“How much did you have to drink?”
She wrinkles her nose. I have definitely decided it’s endearing. “Just a cosmo.” She notices my hesitance to believe her, rolling her eyes. “And a couple of shots.”
“We should make sure you pace yourself for the rest of the night,” I laugh. “Don’t want you to get sick.”
She winks at me. “It’s fine. I have my alpha here, right?”
That same shiver slides along my spine. It’s just a sentence, a simple one at that . . . So why do I feel so tense all of a sudden? It doesn’t help at all that her scent is a little thicker now; I’m assuming we can blame the alcohol for that.
“Right,” I murmur back, trying to keep my expression even.
We continue to sway to the slow song that’s playing over the speakers, and at some point, her head lolls a bit so that her cheek presses against my chest. “You smell good,” she sighs. “Did you know?”
Dangerous, I think. I should probably end this dance.
“I can’t say that I did,” I manage.
She presses her nose to my shirt again, breathing in. “Well, you do.”
“Thank you,” I answer, my voice tighter than it was a moment ago. “Um . . . So do you.”
She tilts up her chin to give me a dreamy sort of smile. “I do?”
I swallow thickly. This feels very dangerous. Especially given the fact that I am suddenly getting strong and outrageous ideas about what her mouth might feel like. I can’t even pinpoint where the thoughts are coming from. Then again, I can’t really process much outside of her smile right now. It feels impossible, how much she increasingly affects me. More than anyone ever has. That’s for sure. Is it really just because I haven’t ever gone off my suppressants for so long?
“Yes,” I grind out, forcing my gaze up and over her head just so I can clear my thoughts. “Where did you see Dennis?”
“Oh.” She turns her head, craning her neck. “He was over there with Betty.”
“I still don’t know who Betty is.”
Mackenzie giggles. “It’s so funny how everyone knows you, but you don’t know anyone.”
“I . . . don’t make it a habit to make friends.”
“Clearly,” she teases. “But . . . we’re friends. Right?”
“I . . .” I can’t help it. I peek back down at her, and from this angle I have a clear view of the plunging vee of her sweater where the soft swells of her breasts rise and fall with every breath. I have to will myself not to look, feeling like some sort of teenage animal. “Yes. We’re friends.”