A/N: Heyyy I really recommend listening to "Por Una Cabeza", by The Tango Project when you read the dance scene.
You can also find it on Spotify.
Anyway, this scene is inspired by the tango scene in the movie Scent of a Woman. I really hope you enjoy it and beware: it gets spicy near the end.
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This is how Colin looks in this one-shot.
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the tango
My eyes scanned the ballroom. For a New Year's Eve party, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For instance, the music was fairly good. Latin beats as well as some classics. The food had actually been delightful. Spanish tapas and other appetizers. And then there was him. That god that called himself my father's associate. That, that amazing piece of a man that had me intrigued since the moment I first saw him.
And now he was standing there, looking as charming as ever, in front of me. He was wearing a simple suit, with the top buttons undone. His hair was skillfully propped back, a few strands falling over his forehead. He was smiling, talking to my father.
I watched as a pair of women walked past him, both sending seductive glances. Colin glanced back, smirking.
If I had learned something about the man was that he was not a womanizer. He could have any woman on the planet, yet he never flirted with anyone. Not until now. As I saw the girls giggle a surge of jealousy overpowered me.
I wasn't possessive, I never had been. But this man had me bewitched under his spell.
I wanted him to do so many things to me.
Normally, I would've kept the fantasies to myself, and drowned the jealousy. But not tonight. I adjusted my dress straps, stood up, and walked over to my father and Colin.
I tried not to look at Colin as I walked over to him, but it was too hard. As I glanced over at him I found two piercing brown eyes looking right back at me.
Time slowed down for a moment. The hand in which he was holding his drink was suspended in the air, his lips were slightly parted, and his eyes, well his eyes looked like he could devour me right then and there.
The butterflies in my stomach grew exponentially. My knees felt weak. I almost didn't make the journey towards the two men. But I did.
"Ah, Mila!", my dad greeted, pulling me into an embrace. The affectionate touch meant he was slightly drunk. Great. I slowly gained back my composture before greeting Colin.
