Summary: A chance encounter on the morning of her first day at work results in Emma meeting a mysterious, heavily tattooed, pretty-eyed Irish man. But there are some secrets he’s not yet willing to share with her.
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Emma shimmied out of the dress she’d only just pulled on and tossed it onto the bed, on top of three others she’d already tried on that evening. Killian had told her that he’d booked them a table at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city for the evening, and that if she felt up to it after they had eaten, there was somewhere else they could go to prolong their date.
But it was that uncertainty over a secondary venue that had her tearing through her wardrobe, trying desperately to find something to wear. If he was taking her to a classy restaurant, then she needed to wear something more sophisticated. But if he was planning on taking her to a club afterwards, then something shorter and easier to dance in would be the better option.
She was an inch away from picking up her phone to call off the whole damned thing when she pulled out the last dress she owned. It was one she’d bought on a whim for her graduation ceremony, before deciding that it didn’t look right underneath her gown. Emma hadn’t even looked at the dress since then.
She slipped the garment from its hanger, before stepping into the fabric and shimmying it up her body. When she finally managed to wiggle the zip all the way up, she ran a hand down herself to smooth out the creases, before turning to take in her appearance in the mirror.
It All Starts With a Dance 