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The first Derek, the one who breathed sensuality, whose very words elicited a response froetic Derek quite frankly terrified her
Someone needed to redraw the battle lines, and it looked like it would be up to her
She gazed up at hih her lashes “Surely, Lieutenant, you keep a feo to events like this, or ht date Why not call one of the from each other and it doesn’t include pri”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously and Ginger sensed he could see right through her “You toldorders”
“I didn’t think you were in any condition to pay attention that night”
“I always pay attention where you’re concerned”
The song ended and after ahis hands into his pants pockets People around them made their way to the bar or returned to their tables, but Derek and Ginger remained rooted in place
“Since you appear to be the expert, what do ant froer?”
“I think you know”
“Oh, I do But I want to hear you say it”
Painfully aware of the crowdaround them, she stepped closer and reached up to adjust his bow tie, lowering her voice to a near-whisper “I want to show you instead”
Derek’s quick exhalation of breath stirred the hair on her head His hand banded around her elbow, steering her off the dance floor “We’re leaving Now”
Startled by his reaction, Ginger stopped him before they reached the table “Wait I need to use the ladies’ room I’ll meet you at the coat check”
He looked like he wanted to argue, so she turned and slipped through the croard the restrooain Thankfully she didn’t have to wait in line and the opulent bathroo out paper towels and breath mints
Washing her hands and giving herself a quick glance in the er turned to leave but stopped abruptly when a tall blonde entered the bathroonized the woman froiven an opportunity to speak during dinner Easily six inches taller than Ginger, she looked elegant in a pale gray cocktail dress, which highlighted the icy blue of her eyes
“Well hello there,” the blonde slurred, leaning a little too close to her Ginger s spent the better part of her life associating with drunken people It required walking a fine line between friendly and patronizing She liked to think her technique had been perfected
“Hi I recognize you froer” She held out her hand, but the wohed hysterically
“Oh, my God Please say that accent isn’t real”
“Real, I’m afraid” Unlike your brsts “Guess you don’t hear o”
“Nope” She pretended to look thoughtful “I guess it h I’ like…I don’t know, a cowgirl or soainst the wall in a fit of laughter
Ginger solued to her face “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name”
“I’m Lisa”