She stared into his face, both panting, wide-eyed with their hunger. She seemed to force the words from her mouth. “I need a drink.”

Minutes later, the bartender set the shots on the counter with lime slices and a salt shaker. “No salt.”  Cassie said emphatically, and pushed it away. They put their drinks back in unison, staring at each other without saying a word. Before a syllable could be spoken, a fast dance came on and Cassie’s eyes lit up. “I love this song!” She grabbed his arm. “Come on. Let’s dance.” 

He tried to keep up, but she shifted emotional gears so fast, she stripped them, leaving him baffled. But before long, he found he was relaxing and enjoying just dancing with her. As the tequila started to affect her, her hips began to move more fluidly. She turned her back to him and reached behind to grab his neck. He bent in, unable to resist nibbling on her ear, but it soon disappeared as she bent her knees, swinging her hips and getting lower and lower to the ground. The hand behind his neck moved to his back, pulling herself closer as she shimmied against him. He groaned, closing his eyes as she vanished between his knees, her hand straying to his butt.

“Cassandra Jo McCallister! What the hell are you doing?”

He opened his eyes with a jolt and saw the redhead, standing in front of him, looking pissed as hell.