Maid in Tennessee part 2 (trouble in paradise)

Chapter 26

Katie's POV
I was absolutely made up at the sweet thing Luke did with getting everyone to Aspen and without me knowing a single thing. He even managed to get Jacob here, I haven't seen him in like 5 years as he moved to London with his boyfriend.
"Luke this is the sweetest thing you have ever done, I love you so much" I told him as I hugged him tight
"I told you I have a lot of making up to do" he said
"Do you fancy going out clubbing tonight baby, I haven't been out in ages" I asked him
"Of course we can Mama can watch the kids and you, me, Jacob, Kris and Jordon and there boyfriends can come, we will have an awesome time" he said
"You might get lucky tonight" I said kissing his nose
"I'm already lucky having you" he said
Damn he is such a charmer, no wonder he hooked up with someone. Stop it Katie that's all in the past

We all got in and Luke stood up and said
"Family and friends as you know y'all are up here to help Katie and I celebrate our vow renewal. As Katie has no idea what I have in store or has any input in the days itinerary I need you to help her pick the most wonderful dress. I have got everything else covered"
The room erupted with applause,
"And tonight we are going clubbing as tagt is what my beautiful wife wants. Mama y'all ok to watch the kiddies"
"No problem baby, have fun"

We got changed and Luke called a cab to pick us up. We arrived at Zax which a really prestigious club according to Jacob. How he knows these things I don't know. We all take our seats and order a few drinks. The music is thumping and I feel the need to dance.
"You wanna dance baby" I asked Luke
Let me watch you," he says. And I have to look away quickly, blushing at the look he gives her. She grins as I stand.
"I'm going to burn some calories," I say, and leaning down I whisper in Luke's ear, "You can watch me."
"Don't bend over," he growls.
"Okay." I stand abruptly. Whoa! Head rush, and I clutch Luke's shoulder as the room shifts and tilts a little.
"Perhaps you should have some water," Luke murmurs, a warning clear in his voice.
"I'm fine. These seats are low and my heels are high."
Kris takes my hand, and taking a deep breath I follow her and Jacob and Jordon , perfectly poised, onto the dance floor.
The music is pulsing, a techno beat with a thumping bass line. The dance floor isn't crowded, which means we have some space. The mix is eclectic—young and old alike dancing the night away. I have never been a good dancer. In fact, it's only since I've been with Luke that I dance at all. Jacob hugs me.
"I'm so happy," he shouts over the music, and he starts to dance. Kris is doing what Kris does, grinning at the pair of us, throwing herself around. Jeez, she's taking up a lot of room on the dance floor. I glance back toward the table. Our men are watching us. I start to move. It's a pulsing rhythm. I close my eyes and surrender to it.
I open my eyes to find the dance floor filling up. Kris, Jordon and I are forced closer together. And to my surprise I find I'm actually enjoying myself. I begin to move a little more . . . bravely. Jacob gives me two thumbs up, and I beam back at him.
I close my eyes, Suddenly, there are two hands on my hips. I grin. Luke has joined me. I wiggle, and his hands move to my behind and squeeze, then back to my hips.
I open my eyes. And Kris is gaping at me in horror. Shit . . . Am I that bad? I reach down to hold Luke's hands. They're hairy. Fuck! They're not his. I whirl around, and towering over me is a blond giant with more teeth than is natural and a leering smile to showcase them.
"Get your hands off me!" I scream over the pounding music, apoplectic with rage.
"Come on, sugar, it's just some fun." He smiles, holding his apelike hands up, his blue eyes gleaming under the pulsing ultraviolet lights.
Before I know what I'm doing, I slap him hard across the face.
Ow! Shit . . . my hand. It stings. "Get away from me!" I shout. He gazes down at me, cupping his red cheek. I thrust my uninjured hand in front of his face, spreading my fingers to show him my rings.
"I'm married, you asshole!"
He shrugs rather arrogantly and gives me a halfhearted, apologetic smile.
I glance around frantically. Kris is at my right, glaring at Blond Giant. Jacob is
lost in the moment doing his thing. Luke is not at the table. Oh, I hope he's gone to the restroom. I step back into a front I know well. Oh shit. Luke puts his arm around my waist and moves me to his side.
"Keep your fucking hands off my wife," he says. He's not shouting, but somehow he can be heard over the music.
Holy shit!
"She can take care of herself," Blond Giant shouts. His hand moves from his cheek where I've slapped him, and Luke hits him. It's like I'm watching it in slow motion. A perfectly timed punch to the chin that moves at such speed, but with so little wasted energy, Blond Giant doesn't see it coming. He crumples to the floor like the scumbag he is.
Fuck.
"Luke, no!" I gasp in panic, standing in front of him to hold him back. Shit, he'll kill him. "I already hit him," I shout over the music. Luke doesn't look at me. He's glaring at my assailant with a malevolence I've not seen before flaring in his eyes.
The other dancers move outward like a ripple in a pond, clearing space around us, keeping a safe distance.
"Take it easy, okay? Didn't mean any harm." Blond Giant holds his hands up in defeat, beating a hasty retreat. Luke eyes follow him off the dance floor. He does not look at me.
The song changes from the explicit lyrics of "Sexy Bitch" to a pulsing techno dance number where a woman sings with an impassioned voice. Kevin looks down at me, then across at Luke and releasing Luke, pulls Kris into a dance. I put my arms around Luke's neck until he finally makes eye contact, his eyes still blazing—primal and feral. This is a side I have never seen with him.
He scrutinizes my face. "Are you okay?" he asks finally.
"Yes." I rub my palm, trying to dispel the sting, and bring my hands down to his chest. My hand is throbbing. I have never slapped anyone before. What possessed me? Touching me wasn't the worst crime against humanity. Was it?
Yet deep down I know why I hit him. It's because I instinctively knew how Luke would react seeing some stranger pawing me. I knew he'd lose his precious self-control. And the thought that some stupid nobody could derail my husband, my love, well, it makes me mad. Really mad.
"Do you want to sit down?" Luke asks over the pulsing beat.
Oh, come back to me, please.
"No. Dance with me."
He looks at me impassively, saying nothing.
Touch me . . . the woman sings.
"Dance with me." He's still mad. "Dance. Luke please." I take his hands.
Luke glares after the guy, but I start to move against him, weaving myself around him.
The throng of dancers has circled us once more, although there's now a two- foot exclusion zone around us.
"You hit him?" Luke asks, standing stock-still. I take his fisted hands.
"Of course I did. I thought it was you, but his hands were hairier. Please dance with me."
As Luke gazes at me, the fire in his eyes slowly changes, evolves into something else, something darker, something hotter. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and pulls me flush against him, pinning my hands behind my back.
"You wanna dance? Let's dance," he growls close to my ear, and as he rolls his hips around into me, I can do nothing but follow, his hands holding mine against my backside.
Oh . . . Luke can certainly move, really move. Like he does on stage. He keeps me close, not letting me go, but his hands gradually relax on mine, freeing me. My hands creep around, up his arms, feeling his bunched muscles through his jacket, up to his shoulders. He presses me against him, and I follow his moves as he slowly, sensually dances with me in time to the pulsing beat of the club music.
The moment he grabs my hand and spins me first one way, then the other, I know he's back with me. I grin. He grins.
We dance together and it's liberating—fun. His anger forgotten, or sup-pressed, he whirls me around with consummate skill in our small space on the dance floor, never letting go. He makes me graceful, that's his skill. He makes me sexy, because that's what he is. He makes me feel loved. Watching him now, enjoying himself .
I am breathless when the song morphs to another.
"Can we sit?" I gasp.
"Sure." He leads me off the dance floor.
"You've made me rather hot and sweaty," I whisper as we return to the table. He pulls me into his arms. "I like you hot and sweaty. Though I prefer to
make you hot and sweaty in private," he purrs, and a lascivious smile tugs at his lips.
As I sit, it's as if the incident on the dance floor never happened. I'm vaguely surprised we haven't been thrown out. I glance around the bar. No one is looking at us, and I can't see Blond Giant. Maybe he left, or maybe he's been thrown out. Kris and Kevin are being indecent on the dance floor  I take another shot of whiskey
"Here." Luke puts another glass of water before me and regards me intently.
I do as I'm told. Besides, I'm thirsty.
He lifts a bottle of Miller Lite from the ice bucket on the table and takes a long drink.
"What if there had been press here?" I ask.
Luke knows immediately that I'm referring to him knocking Blond Giant on his ass.
"Well nobody touches what is mine" he said kissing my neck.
"Come I want to get you home, that dress is really turning me on and I don't want to take you here in the bathroom" he said with the most lustful look in his eyes