Affair with a Billionaire

Dance

I pick my phone back up, hands trembling with excitement and nerves. I run up the stairs to the bathroom. All right, be cool, tell him you’ll be there soon. I exhale deeply and hover my fingers over my texting keyboard until I’ve managed to type.

-  Sounds good. See you soon.
-  Can’t wait, Princess.
-  Well, you’ll just have to, need to figure out what “nice” outfit to wear. Any suggestions?
- Something that shows off that soft, smooth skin of yours.
-  Easily done.
-  And something that tears off easily.
- I’ll see what I can do.

I stare at myself in the mirror. Something sexy, something desirable, and something elegant. Easy enough, right? I slide on something alluring that hugs every curve.

- Sexy and elegant. I wonder if Connor will agree.

I imagine what he’ll say when he sees me.

-  Well, you didn’t disappoint.
-  I aim to please.
-  So do I.

Connor caresses my forearm, and my skin burns with desire.

-  I’ve noticed.
-  So how can I please you tonight?
-  Not sure you have what it takes, but dance will do.
- Not sure I have what it takes?
-   I guess we’ll see.

Connor grabs my waist and thrusts me toward him. My whole body tingles with desire as he tightens his grip around my hips and hovers his lips above mine.

- I think we both know I can please you.

I know he’s right but try to play it coy.

-  So, you say.
-  Admit it, just my touch makes you wet. Let’s finish what we started.

I can feel my core dampen just trying to resist him.

- I’m not sure.

I snap out of my daydream. Get a hold of yourself. You’re just vulnerable cause of everything going on with Andrew. This is just going to be a fun night out with a new co–worker. Some drinks, some dances. Maybe…. I spin in front of the mirror, admiring my back, fantasizing about Connor coming up from behind me. This is ridiculous. Just text him to see what he thinks. I snap a picture of myself from behind as I peer over my shoulder with a smirk. I sent it to Connor and anxiously await his reaction.

- Thoughts?
- Good.
- Good? That’s all I get?
- So, you care about my approval?
- I don’t. just figured I’d get a second opinion.
- And you got it. Look easy enough to tear off.
- I thought we were going to be dancing.
- Among other things. So, are you coming or what?
- Yep, on my way.

I rush out the door, grabbing a cab to the club. I arrive at the Latin dance club and search for Connor among the crowd and flashing lights. I see him in the VIP booth with an expensive bottle of champagne.

-  VIP, I should have known.
-  About time you showed up. I have champagne with your name on it.
- Well, thank you, I appreciate it.

Connor pours me a glass of champagne and then one for himself. He hands me the glass and clinks it with his own.

- To you, cheers.
- Cheers.

I take a sip and my eyes meet his gaze.

- You look beautiful tonight.
- Thanks, appreciate your input.

I look at him shyly and smirk.

-  I know how to help a lady out. In more ways than one.
- I’m sure you do.
- Could certainly help you out further, you look like you need it.

I finish my drink and hold the glass out toward Connor.

- That’s true. I need a refill.

Connor smiles at me and fills my glass with more champagne.