THE DARE (G!P Freenbecky)

Chapter 13

Freen let her dance three more dances with Aylin, then the flushed and triumphant teenager went back to her group of cronies with Becky on her arm. And Freen had a feeling that Aylin's stock had just risen.

'Good for Becky. And Mon.'

As she'd watched them dance together, she'd thought furiously. What had Becky been doing at the bachelor party? If what Lookkaew had told Anda was true, and she'd only flown in that evening after the rehearsal party, what had she been up ti while crashing the party?

And why had she taken the risk of spending the night with her?

It made no sense. The bridesmaid she was watching seemed so innocent, so inexperienced, for lack of a better word. The Mon she'd known that evening had been sultry and sophisticated, and once they'd gotten naked.....

Well. It was time she found out exactly what she was up to.

The sounds of a slow dance number filled the ballroom, and she went in search of Becky, Mon, the dancer. Whatever she wanted to call herself, she had something to settle with her.
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Becky was still talking with Aylin and her group of friends when she felt a hand tightly touch her back. Becky didn't even need to turn around to know it was Freen.

"Thanks for the dance!" Aylin said, and Becky impulsively gave her a hug.

"You had some pretty great moves out on that dance floor yourself. Save another one for me before this party's over, okay?"

Aylin grinned and nodded.

Then she turned to Freen. And instantly she didn't feel comfortable with the way she was studying her.

"You promised me a dance," Freen said, and though her tone was pleasant enough, there was something behind it.

'You're being paranoid.'

"So I did," She said brightly. "Let's get down to it!"
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'Let's get down to it!'

Freen remembered the last time she'd said those words to her, as she'd lounged back on the fake fur rug in her den. And she also remembered that incredible, incendiary chemistry that had flared between them. It was all she could do not haul her off in her arms and kiss her senseless, right here on the dance floor.

And she was a woman who had always prided herself on her control.

'What a total laugh.' Her so-called control was going up in flames. How Heng would laugh if he had any idea of what was going on right now.

How could you desire a woman and be pissed off at her at the same time? What kind of game was she playing with her? Why did a part of her really want to laugh, and another part of her was annoyed? And how was she going to get her to admit that she was her Mon, her dancer?

This was going to be a total challenge.....and she found that she liked that idea. A lot.
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Freen led her out onto the packed dance floor, the area filled with couples. With the slower music and more intimate dancing style, many of the older guests were now out on the dance floor with their partners. Becky eased herself into Freen's arms and once again felt that strange feeling of coming home.

They danced in silence for a minute or so before she felt her hand smoothing its way down from her waist, over the slippery silk of her bridesmaid's dress, then resting intimately on her right buttock. Cupping her cheek. The dance floor was so crowded she doubted anyone even noticed. But she did.

And it felt wonderful.

Stepping slightly away from her, feigning surprise, she glanced up at her face.