Chapter 18
"I thought that was you." Gregory's arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me possessively into his arms and kissed me.
"Wh--?"
A beer-tainted tongue violated my mouth.
It took a moment, coming off my post-flamenco high, for the events of the last few months to filter into my confusion. Bad breath. Lanky frame. This was Gregory, not the man I wanted to kiss. I slammed my palms into his chest.
"Get away from me!"
I broke the lip-lock, but Adam had seen it. He stopped, frozen three steps onto the dance floor where he'd begun to step towards me to claim his prize. His grin faded as his blue-green eyes filled with betrayal at what must have looked like, to him, me throwing myself into some random man's arms and kissing him like a common w***e. The Boot Scootin' Boogie girls c
