Doing the same with her empty Collins glass as he did with his empty pint, she looked at him with a glint in her eye. "There may be gossip, but sadly I'm not in the position to do that about my boss. Well, at least not yet."
Untangling her fingers from the line of pearls, she held it out to him. "I'd love a dance. Though I don't think they're inclined to play slow music at the moment, so you'll just have to to be satisfied with something a bit quick."
Was it wrong of her to want to feel the warmth of his hand against her skin again? For them to be close without alcohol coming (too far) between them? Their last encounter had left her feeling... confused would be a good way to put it, uneasy, unsure. Besides, he was handsome and a bit dangerous, especially in his costume. There was nothing wrong with a little danger.