Justin is dancing against me while I am stoned in my spot. What the hell is he doing? And most importantly, what is he doing here? He should be in the company dinner!
His hands are wrapped around my waist as he swayed through a Justin Timberlake song. His eyes are directed to mine with his face so close.
I swallowed and just stared at him. He’s looking at me like he’s thinking of what I am thinking. I bit my lip and looked away.
I felt him leaning to my ear. “What’s wrong? Finish the damn dare so I could get you out of here immediately.” He whispered as he danced with the song.
I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “I’m not supposed to dance with you.” I told him. “Let go of me!” I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he only tightened his arms around me.
“You want to leave my side
