Rhys chuckled, sure that she was lying. It was cute, so he let it slide. He enjoyed watching her carefully inspect the drink he bought for her before taking a sip and lighting up.
Despite all their time together, her father's connections, and their very throughout 'make up' session, Beatrix had something pure and innocent about her.
Of course that thought lasted about an hour until Beatrix had some alcohol in her and danced without shame. She pulled Rhys close and rolled her hips against him.
Rhys groaned as her ass rubbed his lap and her dress pulled up, nearly flashing her underwear. He spun her around and pulled her against him, sliding his leg between hers.
She moaned and ground her hips on his thigh. Rhys tipped her chin up and leaned down, brushing his nose along her temple to yell in her ear over the music. "You're getting every man in here excited."
"Then you have the most desired woman in your arms," she yelled back. "Lucky you!"
