Title: Dancing With the Best Man
Author: Robyn Rychards
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Accountant Jade Nichols avoids physical contact, but when her beloved sister Lexi asks her to be her maid of honor, and take choreographed dance lessons for the wedding from celebrity dancer Alejandro Rivera, she doesn't hesitate to agree. Though it reawakens issues from her past, she'll do anything for her sister. Still, it may end up giving her a nervous breakdown. And a broken heart. Alejandro Rivera cares about two things—dancing and his dance studio for underprivileged children. Women are something he enjoys only on a temporary basis. And Jade Nichols? She's a complication he'd normally avoid. So why can't he stop thinking about her? Or keep his hands off her for that matter? Will Alejandro and Jade overcome their past and embrace love?
“I think it’s time we take matters into our own hands.” He tipped his head back and looked at the ceiling for a few moments before turning his disturbing gaze on her. “I want to try to climb out through the ceiling.”
“You’re crazy. Even if I wasn’t wearing a dress, there is no way I am climbing out of here.”
“Maybe, but it seems to me what’s really insane is being content to sit here and wait. C’mon, it won’t be too difficult. I can lift you up with no problem. Then I’ll pull myself up. I’m sure we’ll be able to find a way out through the elevator shaft.”
“Oh. My. God. You’re serious.” She shook her head. “Listen, this is not a movie. Climbing into an elevator shaft is dangerous. What if the elevator started moving again while we we’re in there?”
She made the mistake of looking into his eyes. For a moment it was like looking at a scared little boy desperate to escape. The desire to take him in her arms and assure him everything would be okay came over her. Just like she did for Lexi after their mom died. This urge to comfort was such a foreign feeling to have for a man, she wasn’t sure how to react. Regardless, she wasn’t going to let the emotions make her do something stupid. Like climb out the ceiling of an elevator to make that look in his eyes disappear.
“We need to wait for the people who know what they’re doing. The only way I’m climbing through the ceiling is if a fireman tells me to.”
He narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Listen, I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but here’s something to think about. What if the elevator starts doing a free fall? Who knows what’s wrong with this thing. It could merely be a computer problem, which they might figure out at any minute and we’d start moving again. Or, it could be a mechanical issue. In which case, there’s no telling what other things might fail or how long it will take to find the problem before they call in the fire department to get us out of here. We’re somewhere between the twentieth and twenty-first floor, if the display above the door is to be believed. That’s a hell of a long way down to the bottom, señorita.”
She couldn’t help but shiver at the thought; her stomach did an ugly little flip. She suppressed a sudden urge to grab his hand again, this time to reassure herself. Instead, she pulled her legs to her chest, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees.
“If they really thought we were in danger, the man on the phone would’ve told me they’re calling the fire department to get us out quickly. I think you’re trying to scare me into climbing out.”
He looked down at the floor for several long seconds before slowly bringing his gaze back to her face. “I will admit I’m pretty desperate to get out of here, but I’m not trying to scare you into climbing out with me. I am worried about these things I said. If it was only me, I would have tried to climb out already. But I can’t leave you here. I want you to be safe, too.”
“Thank you for that. It seems we’re taking a chance, either way, but I like my odds staying in the elevator.”
He made a frustrated noise, and the lost-little-boy look returned to his eyes for a moment. Which garnered the same response in her as it did the first time. Her hands clenched around her arms to keep from grabbing his hand.
“Okay. For now,” he said. “But if we’re in here any length of time, I hope you change your mind. There’s no telling what might happen if I stay in here too long.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “Is that a threat or a warning?”
He stood, looking down at her. “Both. Great legs, by the way.”
She looked down and thought she’d die of embarrassment. She forgot she was wearing a dress when she pulled her legs to her chest. She didn’t usually wear one, and he had her thoughts so jumbled she didn’t remember she wasn’t appropriately dressed for such a sitting position. She returned to sitting cross-legged, making sure her dress was pulled down over her legs so only her feet, in the black stiletto heels which Lexi insisted she buy, showed.
She forced her gaze to remain on the floor and realized he was pacing when his stupidly-expensive loafers moved back and forth across her line of vision. Watching the shoes got old after a while, so she raised her eyes a bit. Big mistake. The flash of the diamond and platinum ring on his little finger and the chunky platinum chain that peeked out from his cuff distracted her for a moment from his tight behind and well-formed thighs. Not for nearly long enough. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from that part of his anatomy. To the point she became disgusted with herself. Not that she hadn’t ogled that part of him repeatedly while he performed. But this was live and in person. He might catch her at it.
On the upside, her past wasn’t haunting her anymore.
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Robyn Rychards grew up in the granola bowl of the United States, Boulder Colorado, a town filled with fruits, flakes and nuts. She considers herself a Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none and has taught herself to sew, paint, play the piano, garden, cook, the list goes on. But now that her books are published, she's thrilled to finally be considered a master of one. At least as much as a person can be, for the learning never really stops.She feels her active imagination is a blessing and a curse, with the blessing far outweighing the curse since it has led her to fulfill her dream of being a published romance author. Robyn started writing when she was a teenager because she didn't have enough books to read, and sometimes finds it hard to believe that people are willing to pay her to do something she enjoys so much. Then there's the added bonus of having a good reason to put off cooking and cleaning, much less a job that means you can stay in your jammies as long as you want. That's priceless.
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