108. Lights, Action – Part 3 

~ CARA ~

I had three of those lovely drinks before I had to visit the bathroom. And even though it was my bladder that finally drove me away from that railing, the truth was I needed to catch my breath.

Rig was outright staring. My breath was coming shallow and too fast. The longer I’d stood there watching his shoulders roll, his body thrust, the more my stomach churned with desire.

And it seemed like he knew it. He’d barely looked away.

Other than the brass railing, there was only plexi-glass between me and the view of the dancefloor, so my skin tingled every time his eyes raked down my form.

The tug in my chest became a compulsion.

Every few minutes one of our