The Billionaire's red

5

The dance started about twenty minutes ago. It was a waltz dance where you switch partners with every song. Normally we waiters aren't supposed to be on the dance floor but who cares, it wasn't like anyone was watching besides, I promised to save a dance for Dylan.

The song finished and I let go of my partner. He was the fifth man I'd danced with that night and my feet were starting to hurt. The shoes I had on were a size smaller which made it difficult to keep walking around or dancing in them but then again I couldn't pull them off, not when there were disdainful elites at every corner of the room. Besides, I felt that bit wearing shoes would ruin my dress and whole look.

I knew the wise thing to do was to go sit down like Nina did and leave the dance for the professionals but I couldn't, not when I was yet to dance with Dylan.

The thought of having his arms wrapped around my waist was starting to make me jittery. In a good way of course.

The next song was about to start and most people had now gotten themselves a new partner. I on the other hand was searching around the room for Dylan. It can be really hard to find him in a room full of men wearing similar suits. 

I suddenly felt someone grab my hand and I don't know why but I had thought it was Dylan at first, that was until I saw his face.

"We meet again." His voice was loud enough for me to hear over the music but not loud enough for anyone less than feet away to hear.

It was the handsome devil.

Before I could even decide to turn away from him, he put us in position.

But, I didn't want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with Dylan.

He twirled me around as the music demanded before drawing me close to him again by my waist.

"Yeah." I said dryly. He turned me around and I felt someone burning the side of my face with their gaze.  I turned towards the direction the heat was coming from. Standing at the corner with a  glass of wine in hand was the lady that dumped her drink on my face and on her face was the deepest frown. I couldn't help but notice the murderous glares she was throwing at me.

"I think you should find another dance partner." I said as I tried to pull back but he was quick to grab me and pull me even closer to him.

"Why? The music has only just begun." He twirled me around and held my waist to lift me a bit. 

"I don't think your girlfriend is happy with you dancing with me. I think you should go dance with her instead." That way I'll be able to find Dylan.

"Girlfriend?" He sounded perplexed.

"Your east."

He glanced momentarily in that direction and then once again his eyes were on me.

"Bethany? She's not my girlfriend, please." He looked at me like I was ridiculous for even thinking about something like that.

Is she his wife then?

I couldn't see his fingers to check for a wedding band because his hand was around my waist.

"She's not my wife." He said as if reading my mind. I looked at him with wide eyes, wondering how he knew what I was thinking. 

Or did I say that aloud?

Neither of us said anything else. One thing I noticed about this man was that he knew his way on the dance floor. He would turn and bend me when the music demands. He would pull me closer and push me away when necessary and even though only half of my mind was with him, I liked the way he maneuvered me, confidently. It made me feel like I was a better dancer than I really was.