Insatiable Little Me

One Dance

I just wanted to let everyone know that, even though this is a new book for me. I plan on updating it everyday as long as college doesn't get in the way. 

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Back to the story~

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The music was thumping throughout my body, people were everywhere. Men in all black outfits or suits, women who look dolled up for more attention than I could give. I felt out of water in this club, but my goodness was it a sight to behold.

Everywhere I looked I saw deep red and blue hues, dancing around the room reaching every corner. The dance floor was filled with people, most where pairs that were swinging their hips in unison, others were simply feeling the music the same as me.

"Holy shit, this," I said, under my breath and peered over the balcony. "This has got to be the best location I have been to ever!" I feel a hand slip its way around my waist, I look up to see Kota. He looks down at me, the lights mixing to a violet on his face.

"This exciting enough for you, Davina?" He smiles and leads me to the stairs, taking a step down he takes his hand of my waist. Feeling his hand brush the small of my back, down my arm to take my hand in his.

Leading the way down the stairs, I stare at the nightclub in awe. A wide smile spreading across my face, he lets out a deep laugh in front of me.

"Do I look crazy, Kota?" I said as follow my eyes to his, reaching the bottom of the stairs; he takes me to a table in the corner of the club. Only a few men with suits are there, standing at attention.

"No, darling, I have just never met someone so excited to see my club," He waves his hand softly to a man and whispers in his ear.

"Wait, what!? Your club?" I looked at the rest of the men and glared at him playfully. Taking my hand away from his, sitting at the booth that was as I assumed, reserved for Kota. The man he had spoken to disappeared. Kota slipped next to me in the booth and looked up to the ceiling.

"Yeah, though I didn't truly want to be a nightclub owner," He tilted his head to look at me, his jawline becoming more prominent. He runs his hand through his hair, the strands fall around his face. 

He looks stressed. Before my mind could comprehend what, my hand was doing, I was touching his cheek. He peered at me through his eyelashes, I kept my hand there as he continued talking to me.

"My father, brother and I just have our own place here in New York..." He clasps his hand around mine, pulling my hand to his mouth, kissing the fingertips. Butterflies, a feeling I would come to love.

"Mr. Kota, I brought your usual drinks," I look up to see a brunette waitress. I smile at her, she was very pretty. She set the tray down on the table, chilled white wine accompanied by a crystal bottle filled with whisky.

"Thank you, Gina, leave us now," Kota motions to Gina and pours a glass of wine, handing me the glass. "I didn't know what you drink, I hope this is to your liking," Kota reaches over to grab himself a glass of whisky.

"No this is okay, thank you," I said softly. The chilled wine hits my tongue, it's sweeter than I thought it would be. I hum softly, my eyes smiling in response; looking over to Kota as I take my sip. I choke a tad when I notice he's watching me intently.

"I'm sorry, darling, did I startle you?" Kota grabs me a napkin laughing to himself.

"Fucking yes, you startled me, I wasn't expecting you to just stare," I laugh with him and smack his arm lightly. "Come on, let's dance," When my eyes reach his, I notice something wicked glinting in those gorgeous eyes.

"Just one dance?" Kota leans over to me, close as he was in the library. "Are you going to feel satisfied with only one?" He dips his face towards my neck and takes a small breath in, when he releases his breath, he brings his face back up to look at me.

"I guess we will find out," I shuffle slightly to stand up, "You brought me here, Mr. Nightclub-Owner, show me one hell of a time." I smirk slightly when I see Kota, his face contorted in disbelief. He shakes the look and follows me out to the dance floor.

When we reach the dance floor, I feel a hand grab my waist, spinning me around. Kota grins like a schoolboy, bringing me close to him. I throw my hands on his shoulders, we begin rocking in unison. It happened so fast, he grabbed my hand and spun me around. I rest my head into his shoulder, closing my eyes as we continue to sway. 

It feels like mere minutes have passed since we began dancing, I found my fingers intertwined with his, rocking my ass to the music. I took the opportunity to become closer, sneaking my hand behind his neck. I hold firmly, pulling our bodies closer, slipping my leg between his. The music and dancing flares all my senses, Kota rests his forehead on mine as we make eye contact.

I'm in a tempting position, oh what ever shall I do? I think to myself as I see that wicked look in Kota's eyes once more.