Spin My Love (My Love #1)(35)

“Be patient,” he says, making me narrow my eyes at him.

When we pull in front of the Hilton, I’m confused. A lot of people are walking in, all dressed to the nines.

“It’s a fundraiser for breast cancer,” he explains as we walk into the hotel lobby. “And I am going to play.” I can’t help but feel proud of him.

“Did they ask you?”

“Yes, my new personal assistant,” he looks at me with an amused expression as he says it, “told me they had contacted her. She said I was on a break but would ask me. It’s for charity, and I’m doing nothing, so why not.”

Great. Another female personal assistant. I put that aside, because I trust him.

I smile up at him. “I think it’s great. How do they raise the money?”

“Entrance tickets and food—all the proceeds go to charity.”

We walk into a function room and I watch Tane set up. He looks so sexy, brow furrowed in concentration as he sets up his fancy laptop and equipment. A lock of his dark hair falls on his forehead and he pushes it away agitatedly. I grin against my wine glass. He doesn’t even realise how sexy he is. A few minutes later he walks over to me, flashing me an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t want you to spend the whole night alone.”

“It’s okay. I’m happy to be here, seeing you in your element.”

His green eyes turn soft. “I’m glad you’re here too, and I hope you like it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to impress someone more in my life.”

I laugh at that, my eyes crinkling. “I’m already impressed, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Have any requests for me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“None that you would enjoy,” I reply with a giggle. “What will you be playing tonight?”

“Tonight I’ll be playing a mash up of mainly mainstream music that everyone will know and have fun dancing to.”

“Probably a good idea,” I reply, taking another sip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he says, leaning closer to me.

“I know that you don’t drink, but does it bother you that I do? You’ve never said anything about it.”

“I don’t mind if you drink. My issues are my own; I don’t expect you to change. Also, I’m always around people who drink. It kinda comes with the job. I can’t expect every single person around me to stop,” he replies, pulling on a lock of my hair.

“Okay, but if it did bother you, or tempt you in any way, it’s not a big deal for me to stop,” I tell him.

His smile hits his eyes. “I know and thank you for that, but it’s not necessary.”

The hall starts to fill with people, and dinner is soon served. We take our seats at our assigned tables, marked by tiny little placards inscribed with our names daintily placed. There are various forks, which always makes me nervous, but I push that aside.

Moments later, our food is served. The meals are extremely fancy and well presented. There were two set options, I chose one and Tane chose the other.

“How is it?” Tane asks as I take the first bite.

I close my eyes. “Delicious.”

He laughs. “Good.”

“How’s yours? For some reason you always end up ordering something tastier than me.”

Every damn time.

His lip quirks up. “We can swap if you want.”

“No, I’m good,” I tell him.

He takes a few bites and looks at me with amusement. “Mine is definitely better.”

Dammit.

“How would you know? You never even tasted mine,” I ask, narrowing my eyes on him.

“Because nothing could be better than this,” he replies after he chews and swallows another mouthful.

When his fork lifts to my lips, I look around to see if anyone is watching us. This is a posh place, and I feel a little weird about sharing food in front of everyone. When I see everyone concentrating on his or her own meal, I open my mouth and have a taste of his chicken.

Oh, God.

“It’s not that great,” I lie, looking down at my own, now unappetizing plate. His laugh carries throughout the room.

“Shhh,” I reply, trying to stop my own laughter.

He lifts his plate and trades it with my own. “There you go.”

“No,” I say, trying to stop him. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I know, but I want to,” he says dismissively. “So shush, and eat.”

“Thanks,” I tell him with a small smile.

We finish eating and then Tane gets up to play his set. I sit on a stool next to him and watch as people start to dance and enjoy the music. A few women come up and try to get his attention.

Standard.

“Are you okay?” he leans down and says into my ear.

“Yes, I’m good,” I assure him.

Throughout his whole set, Tane samples songs that remind me of fond memories from our childhood together. I couldn’t believe it when he dropped Sheryl Crow’s “All I Wanna Do Is Have Some Fun”. I used to sing that song twenty-four-seven. Tane used to hate it but I like that he remembered that I had loved it.

When his set is over, another DJ takes over, so Tane walks me to the dance floor. He pulls me up against his chest, one hand sliding down to my hip. He dances seductively, heavy-lidded eyes staring down at me as we move in sync. When he leans down and kisses me, I squeeze my eyes shut and kiss him back with everything I have. The kiss ends far too quickly, but we’re in public, at a charity function. Now is not the time to explore this.