One Classic Latin Lover, Please
He was so close to her, so close she could smell the faint scent of him—of some masculine shower gel or cologne—and it was overwhelming to Tierney’s senses. She began to take a step back, but the man reached out, taking hold of her arm, pulling her close to him and into ballroom dance position.
“I hear you tango,” he said.
Tierney nodded and managed to whisper, “A little.”