Darya looked at Reece, then at Micah.
She was tempted to say no.
But if she turned down Reece’s suggestion, she would offend her new business partner.
She glanced at Avery, who nodded at her.
It was too late to back out of the dance now, especially when everyone was watching.
Taking a deep breath, she pasted a polite smile on her face. ‘It’ll be my pleasure.’
Reece, smiling, left the podium.
Micah took Darya’s hand and led her to the dance floor, looking much calmer than he felt.
He had never danced with Darya before.
As the band struck up a slow, soulful tune, he skilfully guided her around the dance floor.
He leaned in, taking a whiff of her perfume. ‘You did well at the meeting.’
He’d thought Darya’s position as Paragon’s vice president was purely for
