Free Jane's Surrender (Hard World Tour #2) by V. F. Mason Page B

attended your concert in Austin last time.”
    “ Does Gabby know?”
    He laughed. “My sister can't really stand rock music. No offense.”
    “ None taken.” It just proved once more how different I was from her.
    “ I won’t tell Drake either,” he assured.
    “ Okay.” It didn’t matter anyway. He screamed money, but we wouldn't see each other again.
    We were silent for a few moments; he was watching them dance, and something in his face didn't add up. It was as if he was jealous of Gabby or something, which was freaky, considering they were related. His hand had a death grip on his glass and his eyes were narrowed, while his other hand scratched his chin.
    Weird shit sometimes happened, though.
    Taking another shot, more warmth spread inside me and I giggled for some reason. This club now seemed like the shit to me.
    “ Well then, Jane, do you want to dance?” he suddenly asked, and I pointed with my finger to my biker boots.
    “ These aren’t shoes for the dance floor.” Shoes weren’t the only thing that stopped me, but the man must’ve been deaf, since he didn't hear me earlier when I said I couldn't dance for shit.
    “ What’s your size?”
    “ Six and a half.”
    “ Okay then.” And with those words, he walked away, leaving me sitting there clueless. What the hell?
    Whatever.
    Maybe he wanted to have some fun as well. I took another shot, but almost choked on it, because suddenly Alex was back, kneeling in front of me with a shoebox in his hands. He had begun to take off my boots, when I was finally able to speak. “What are you doing?”
    “ Changing your shoes for you.” He removed my boots and put some beautiful black dancer’s shoes on my feet. I hoped I wouldn't break my legs in them. I knew how to walk in high heels; Ariel had taught me, but I didn't feel confident wearing them.
    “ I think it’s a bad idea. I still have no clue how to dance.” My red-painted toes peeked out of the beautiful shoes. The straps were buckled securely around my ankles, and the shoes seemed comfortable. But I knew they could be deceiving.
    “ I’m the best dancer in the room, babe. Trust me to lead?” He stood up and extended his hand, waiting for me to take it. I looked up, and a challenge was in his eyes. I was still about to refuse, when behind his back, I saw Gabby hugging Drake close and running her fingers across his back.
    Well, then.
    Fuck it once again.
    I grabbed his hand and steadied myself in the shoes. I tried a few short steps; they weren't too bad, and the shoes actually looked good with my jeans.
    “ Nice legs, Jane,” Alex teased, and then he motioned to the DJ. “Let’s dance the salsa. Give your body to me,” he whispered in my ear.
    With a shaky breath, I nodded. Piece of cake, given the fact I had no clue about it.
    The music started to play, and I recognize it as Diego Boneta’s “ Siempre Tu .” Alex grabbed my hand, kissed it, and started moving his legs and hips slowly, so I followed his movements. When his legs moved back, I moved forward, remembering some salsa movements from various TV shows. He then pulled me to his chest and swirled us, and, God, the feeling was amazing. He spun me around, his chest to my back, and ran his finger over my arm, his hand wrapping around my waist while he spun me again.
    His hand picked up mine while my other was put firmly on his shoulder, and he kept moving us to the beat of the music. Then he repeated the previous movements, and after a while, I began to relax and let the music take me. I moved my body without his help, but knew he was around me. We danced close together; my hair was all over the place, and our chests brushed each other. He put his hands on my hips, his leg between my thighs, and suddenly, he pushed me back and I yelped. Just in time, he grabbed my back and stopped us in that position, where we looked at each other for a second, and then he sent me a wicked grin that made me laugh.
    This wasn't about passion or