Free Tequila Nights by Melissa Jane Page A

greatest secret. “If you were smart, you would know never trust a Latin man.” And with that she left.
    What the hell was that supposed to mean?
    “Don’t listen to her,” came a familiar voice from behind. I turned to see Curvy’s sympathetic face. “Sandra is a force we all, unfortunately, have to deal with. She’s jaded.”
    “From what?”
    “From all the men she has slept with in the ‘scene’ as she so eloquently put it. She has a taste for Latin men and in a way she is right what she said. Most can’t be trusted. But Leo isn’t in that category. She’s just pissed that he’s never shown any interest in her and jealous of you for stealing his affections.”
    “She’s very passionate about the cause,” I said with a small laugh recalling her audacity.
    “You’re too nice,” Curvy said edging closer. I liked her vibe and her smile was warm. “Me, personally, I consider her a herpes. Just when you think she’s gone, suddenly she reappears on her rampages and nothing we can do gets rid of it.”
    I was mid-laugh when Leo finally joined us. “This conversation sounds familiar.” His entertained voice revealed he’d heard at least part of the conversation. I turned and smiled, drinking in his handsome face. I didn’t give any credence to Sandra’s warning. I would probably be jaded too if Leo was the only man in the room not giving me attention. “Do you mind?” He extended his hand out indicating his desire to dance.
    Accepting with a beaming smile, he led me to the dance floor where he spun me out wide before drawing me into his strong arms. It was where I craved. It was where I belonged.
    “I have high hopes for you, Josie,” Leo murmured into my ear.
    ‘”How so?”
    “You are picking up the steps faster than most. You are a natural.”
    I couldn’t help it. I snorted at his overly generous assessment.
    “Laugh like that again, and I may have to pick you up with your legs wrapped around my waist and take you into my office.”
    My ovaries exploded.
    Rampant desire heated me from the inside out.
    I was almost certain Leo was doing all the moving for the both of us. My limbs had become numb and his hold had tightened.
    Tilting my chin, he possessed my lips in a way that made me wet between the legs. I needed him to devour me. I needed my fantasies to be brought to life. To take the Leo that had been teasing and taunting me in my dreams to become my reality.
    The music changed to a tune I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t salsa music and I couldn’t identify a clave beat. Leo kissed my forehead before leading me back to the table. “I’m sorry, Josie, I need to do a demonstration with Natasha and then I’m taking you home with me.”
    There was a promise in his voice that left me breathless, the dark intensity in his eyes consuming my world.
    Natasha?
    When Curvy moved next to me and took Leo’s hand, I gathered she was Natasha.
    The floor cleared, the others having expected this to happen. I watched transfixed as the two took their positions, the unusual beat almost hypnotic. Natasha and Leo held each other tight, a lot closer than a salsa hold. Their bodies were molded together as if they were one and the same. Their arms were in a traditional position, his right thigh nestled slightly between her legs.
    It was intimate.
    It was hot.
    His left cheek touched her right as they started the routine. It was three steps with a hip flick on the fourth. They were magnetized. Whatever moves he did, she mirrored. His strength guided her moving across the floor, performing the sexiest dance I’d ever seen. Natasha’s curvy hips were on full display, the flick on the fourth step allowing her greatest asset to shine.
    “It’s sexy isn’t it?” A voice sounded next to me above the music. I turned to see a fellow student, one who was more advanced than the others. We’d never spoken other than in greeting. He seemed nice enough, my age with a stylish flair to him.
    “It’s beyond sexy.