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AJ’s Serendipity

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In the meantime, various ladies had approached AJ for a drink, a dance, or other “activities” in the numerous dark corners of the club, but AJ would politely (and sometimes not) reject all the advances. He never did well with substitutes, and the only woman who would get a dance with him was his dark-caramel American beauty.

“I’m going in,” AJ muttered to Spyros in Greek after the fifth man approached Samara. He needed her in his arms before he got them thrown out and himself in jail.

Fifth Man and Samara were dancing to a song AJ didn’t recognize, but it had a pulsing beat and a mean bass line that apparently compelled Samara to shimmy her hips in a most enticing manner. Every time Fifth Man tried to bring her closer, she would skip out of his reach so fluidly one would think it was part of the dance. AJ, however, knew otherwise, and was intent on showing all the other men just to whom she belonged.

Without a word, he slid one long, strong arm around Samara’s waist and brought her back flush against his front, bending his legs as they dipped and swayed to the music. Fifth Man glared at him and started to say something, but the warning in AJ’s eyes had him holding up his hands in surrender and leaving to find another dance partner.

Smart man
.

Samara’s shock wore off after Fifth Man left. “Who—?”

“I didn’t know you could move like that,
khriso mou
,” AJ purred in her ear, his eyes watching Spyros turn Frankie’s attention on him.

Frankie smirked and went at it, a challenge in her eyes. Spyros was definitely more than up for it.

As for Samara, she still hadn’t moved since he’d rounded her up in his arms, so he bent his legs again and swayed once more. Her hands went to his forearms as if steadying herself.

“Come on, love,” AJ whispered though the music blared. He was absolutely sure she had heard him given the shiver that went through her body. “Dance for me.”

“AJ…”

“You dance for all the others but not for me?” he murmured, inhaling her scent with his nose in the crook of her neck. Despite the height difference, it was as natural as breathing for him to do. “You never struck me as a tease—”

“I am not—!”

“Then,” he began, placing his hands on her hips. “Dance.”

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Savannah J. Frierson

Samara was very inhibited at first, as if uncomfortable with how close they were. AJ kept his hands on her hips, guiding her movements to match his. When the second song started, her body became more fluid, and her hands roamed over the curves he’d been fascinated by from the moment he saw her.