“We could stay in Europe,” I answered reluctantly. “Or you two could come stay with me and my family permanently.”
Even as I said those words, I knew they wouldn’t agree. They didn’t want to bring problems to our doorstep but I wished they would. My dad and grandfather would go to battle for them.
“Let’s not think about this,” Olivia spoke up. “We have this moment and this amazing summer. We still have a few more days.” Only three more days to be exact.
“That was fucking amazing.” One of the band members came over to us with the Russian singer. He eyed us, as if he could judge by appearance alone whether we were real singers. “You never sang before?”
“Only among ourselves and in the shower,” I chuckled.
“Ohhh, shower. Want to sing for me in the shower?” he retorted quickly, eyeing me like candy.
I threw my head backwards and laughed. “No, but thank you,” I told him through the laughter. I couldn’t imagine that line had ever worked for him.
He gave me a boyish smile that made him look like a charming musician that women chased after. “How about a dance instead then?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Scarlett answered quickly in my stead. “She’ll dance with you.” She nudged me towards him. I took his outstretched hand and his fingers wrapped around mine. I glanced at our connected hands and felt nothing. Darn, when would a man finally set off fireworks in me?
The music switched to a stereo system, coming through speakers all throughout the club. The dimmed light made it hard to see and the air started to smell slightly of alcohol. It was always the same; wherever you were in the world the dance club always started smelling of the alcohol freely flowing through the establishment.
Two hours later, all three of us kept rotating band members to dance with, laughing and drinking. I had a lot less than Olivia and Scarlett since I didn’t particularly care for the effect alcohol had on me. And having Brian, our security guy, with us made us relax, knowing he had our safety as his priority.
He even sported a few dances with us.
“Seriously, all summer and finally you dance with us,” I told Brian. Surprisingly, he was a very good dancer too. He wasn’t just swaying on the floor, he actually followed dance steps. And I would know, I danced professionally till I was ten-years-old.
“It’s the last dancing night on the agenda for the next three days,” he replied, chuckling, and twirled me into a circle. “Couldn’t pass on the chance.”
His hand came around my waist and I burst out laughing. “Brian, are you flirting?”
Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “Is it working?”
“Maybe.” I playfully hit him on the arm and shifted my eyes to check on Olivia and Scarlett. They danced together and would keep on going until early morning hours. I was getting tired. While they slept in this morning, I woke up with the sunrise and went for a five mile run.
“Will you dance with Olivia next?” I asked him, changing the subject from our flirtatiousness.
He followed my gaze. “She seems to like dancing with Scarlett.”
“Yeah, but she kind of likes you and it would make her summer.”
His eyes snapped to me in surprise. “You ladies have been discussing me?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You are the youngest of our security guards so yes, we have.”
“Okay, I’ll ask her for a dance,” he retorted smiling. “If you tell me what you said during the discussion.”
“Ouch,” I cackled. “That is a tough negotiation.”
He pulled me closer to him, and although I didn’t mind it, I felt nothing. No fireworks, no somersaults in my stomach, no racing heart.Damn it, would it ever come?
There were several beautiful women throwing glances at him. He was a good looking guy, his military blonde haircut and eyes the color of the bluest sky. Brian was a good man, very handsome but he was like a brother. He saw me through my teenage years, my rebellious years, and all my hormones. And now we were dancing like a couple. Life was strange.
He waited, and I finally answered smiling. “I said that you are hot but it felt weird to think of you as a sexy guy since you saw me through my teenage hormones.”
“Ouch,” he repeated my earlier comment but amusement still sparkled in his eyes.
The music stopped. Scarlett strolled towards us so I nudged him to Olivia. As soon as he was out of earshot, I muttered to Scarlett, “I’m going to sneak out and get back to the hotel.”
“Oh, no,” she protested. “Not yet. My mystery man hasn’t come yet.”