"Gracie Jo, you've outdone yourself with this cake. It's amazing," Rob complimented her.
She felt her face heat, so she tilted her chin to her chest and gave a small smile. "Thank you," she said. She wondered why he hadn't said much tonight. Granted Kellan was kind of loud and maybe a little overbearing, but he'd hardly said anything. And he was so bold in the kitchen with her earlier, with the song. Maybe it was Kellan. She knew he watched her like a hawk, and she was trying so hard to take things slow so she wouldn't be clumsy and look rediculous. She was thankful for the wine, but she was so tipsy, another two drinks she would be drunk, and when she got tipsy, she wanted to dance. She wondered if they danced. She wanted to dance with one of them, she didn't care who. But that would be so unprofessional. She frowned slightly at the thought. So many lines, in her opinion of professionalism, were being crossed tonight. She'd never do this with her co-workers. Maybe because they wern't screw-worthy rich actors. Not that being rich had anything to do with anything, she had her own money, and she earned it, dammit.
She wanted to dance. She sighed quietly, and picked at her raspberry bar. They were good, but she didn't think they were as good as Rob had said. Maybe he ate crappy food. Doubt it, she chided herself. She took another long sip of her champagne. Maybe she could get to her room and blast her music in her earbuds and dance until she fell over from the alcohol. Yeah, that was responsible.
"Gracie Jo, what'cha thinkin'?" Kellan asked.
Her head snapped up, and she gave him a sappy smile. "Oh, nothing," she told him. She watched him purse his lips at her in disbelief. "Alright, I was thinking how I wanted to dance. I always want to dance when I'm buzzed and or drunk, and have diarrhea of the mouth." She scrunched up her eyebrows. "See?" She gave a half smile, apologetic.
"Aw, you don't have to worry about that with us," Kellan reassured. She rolled her eyes. "Let's dance, then," he said.
"Can't," she said simply.
"Why not?" Kellan asked.
"Professionalism," was all she said, and drained her glass, slanting a look at Kellan and saw him roll his eyes. God how she wanted to dance. But dancing led to other things. Other things she hadn't done in a long time. Since.... since... she couldn't even remember. Future note, no alcohol. She sighed again, and reached for the bottle. Rob grabbed it and refilled her cup. He sure was generous with that bottle, she thought. Besides, her dancing with two guys... gah, her dancing with two guys. Her dancing with two guys. Mind, gutter, out. Stupid alcohol. She stole a glance at Kellan, who was moving his lips like he was talking, but she couldn't hear him. She narrowed her eyes, trying to pay attention.
"...we'll be together, and by the end we'll be best friends!" Kellan finished loudly with a big smile. She couldn't help but smile with him, his was so infectious.
"I could loose this job if they found out," she mumbled, propping her head up on her hand, elbow on the counter. She glanced at Rob, who was still watching her. Strong silent type, huh? She felt a slow smile creep up on her lips as she looked at him. His hair was amazing. Like so many times before, she wondered what it felt like to run her hands through it. Shit. Mind, gutter, out. She closed her eyes quickly, then opened them knowing they'd see her plate. Again Kellan was talking and she wasn't paying attention.
"...we wouldn't tell, 'cause we want to be comfortable and friendly too, without having to worry about crossing lines, so we should just be ourselves," he finished, looking at her.
"Yes," she agreed with a nod, but didn't really have a clue as to what he'd said. She hoped it wasn't something horrible. Well, she'd probably find out eventually, right? She needed to focus.
"Sweet," Kellan said with a smile. "So how about that dance?"
She felt her chin drop and her lips pop open. He was serious? He was serious.
"Um, I can put some music on, but dancing..." she contemplated. She stood up, lurching once to the right before she could regain herself, and made her way to the stereo system behind the guys and hooked up her iphone to the dock and scrolled through her playlist.
"This is my workout playlist, don't judge," she said, turning towards them with a smile. Kellan was up and closing the space between them quickly. "Just two," she said. "I still have to clean up," she told him, glancing at the clock. Shit, it was eleven already. She saw him nod as he opened his arms and swooped her up, spinning her around in a circle. She felt her stomach flip as he set her back down and released her. Thankful, she began to get into the song, until she realized what song it was. She ran to the system, and pushed the next button, freaking out about the song.
"Hey, no skipping," he said, and reached over her to change it back. "Besides. I wanna hear what songs motivate you. Let's dance," he said with a sly smile. She closed her eyes and groaned. Alcohol was not her friend tonight, and neither was her iphone. This of all songs was the first one it played on shuffle? Kill me now, she thought as she felt him place his hands gently on her hips and pull her closer, against him as the song began. This would end one of two ways, both of them with her being sexually frustrated. She refused to sleep with them, on the first night. As if that was even an option. It was just a dance.
She sighed, resigning to the situation. "Please don't judge," she whispered.
Kellan scoffed. "Wouldn't dream of it," he said reassuringly.
"You'll see..." She began to sway with him.
After the intro, the lyrics to Mike Posner's 'Looks Like Sex' began.
She cringed both mentally and physically as the chorus started. With her eyes closed, the alcohol coursing through her system, the song, and his warm, strong hands, she started to forget who she was dancing with, and finally began to actually dance, moving to the rhythm as the song played.
She felt his hands begin to wander up and down her ribs, and she thought she heard the water in the kitchen turn on, but she didn't dare open her eyes, worried for the moment her and Kellan's eyes meet during the song. Why was it, that this was one of her favorite songs and she always dreaded the end, and now, it couldn't end soon enough? Curse you, Mike Posner, she thought. She felt Kellan pull her against himself fully, and he whispered in her ear, "Enjoy the song, there's nothing wrong with it, I actually like it," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. She slowly opened her eyes to look up at him skeptically. "There you go," he said, still smiling.
As the song continued, they were moving against eachother, looking into each other's eyes, just as she'd predicted. His hands roamed her back, all the while holding her close through the song.
The next one came on, and again she cringed. She swore to delete this playlist as soon as she had the chance. It was just all kinds of evil against her tonight as the beginning chords of the next song came. They changed their movement to match the new beat. She saw him look down at her mouth, so she took the oppertunity to look to see what Rob was doing. His back was towards them, at the sink. She squinted, trying to see. Was he doing the dishes?
They danced as the song played out, and he twirled her around, dipping her occasionally, just having a good time. This was a good song, not too sexual, like the first. Rediculous.
When the song ended, he pulled her in for a tight hug. "Alright, I'm tired. I'll let you have your turn, Rob. Don't enjoy it too much, Mr. Suck up and do the dishes," he teased. "'Night, Gracie Jo, thanks for the dance, and the food. It's gonna be a good three weeks," he said, then exited the room with a smile and wave.
Chapter Seven