They visited a salsa club, and the night sped by in a blur of Kat stepping on Dan’s toes and making a fool of herself. She didn’t care, didn’t mind people looking her way and knowing she had no clue how to dance. She was with Dan and that was all that mattered. His patience didn’t surprise her—he was the same at work—and they left the club, breathless, her mind lightened by alcohol. A cab drew up to the curb and Dan leaned into the driver’s open window, the curve of his ass irresistible. On impulse Kat swatted it and he jerked upright, taking her in his arms and pulling her close. “You like that, do you?” he whispered in her ear. “Like that kind of thing?” God, did she! She enjoyed being in control, yet other times she preferred her partner to dominate. Kat thought about his question for a second, examining how she’d felt when she’d slapped him. She’d never done that before, but Lord had she thought about it! “Yes.” She leaned back to look into his eyes.
