As the familiar, cheesy strains of ‘La Macarena’ took hold, echoing across the dance floor, Holly and Claudia took to the parquet.

Glancing back at Charlie, Holly couldn’t tell if he looked pleased or mortified. Then, as she picked up the familiar moves of the song, she saw Tom whispering something in his ear. Without missing a beat, Charlie stood up and strode to the dance floor, taking his place alongside Holly. Holly nearly lost her step as Charlie joined in the dance.

‘I didn’t think this was your thing,’ she said wryly as he showed a surprising aptitude for the moves.

‘Tom thought it’d make a good photo opportunity,’ Charlie grinned back. ‘And who am I to refuse?’

Holly slapped his arm playfully. ‘You’re such a media whore!’

‘Yup,’ Charlie agreed, ‘but there are at least four people filming me doing this blooming dance, and you never know, it might make me more down with the kids.’

‘I doubt it,’ Holly murmured. ‘If you were dabbing or flossing, perhaps, but the Macarena was old when we were kids!’

Charlie looked baffled. ‘Dabbing and what? The only thing I’ve flossed lately is my teeth. Are you telling me I’m that out of touch?’

‘I’d organise a trip to the local secondary school if you want to connect with da youth,’ Holly teased. ‘They’ll set you right about what’s new and current.’

‘In the meantime, you’d better remind me how this flipping dance goes,’ Charlie said. He looked down at her moving hands, and then appreciatively at her as she put them behind her head, shimmied and jumped to the beat.

Holly felt her stomach flipping with desire. They’d got close to something the other day, and it seemed they were edging ever closer with every minute they spent together. Was tonight going to be the night?

Then she chided herself; did anyone else get horny when they saw their date doing the Macarena?

Throwing herself into the dance, and putting all thoughts of shagging Charlie out of her mind, she concentrated on remembering the moves. Eventually, the song ended and transitioned into something a little more sedate. Holly, breathing a little more quickly due to the tightness of the dress and the energy she’d thrown into the Macarena, again felt her heart flip as Charlie slipped his hand around her waist. The song that had come on was again rather an old one but definitely written for a different kind of dancing.

As Charlie pulled her in a little more closely, she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. They swayed together, as did all the other couples on the dance floor, and Holly started to relax.

‘That was exciting,’ Charlie murmured. ‘But not quite as exciting as this.’ He slid a hand tantalisingly lower on her back, but not too far down as to cause a scandal among this particular crowd.