❝Have you ever painted anybody naked?❞ I couldn't help but glance at him, only to be met with a mischievous smirk in return. My heart raced with anticipation.
❝No,❞ I replied, my voice laced with a chuckle. "Why are you asking that?" I couldn't hide...
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I glanced at Boss, Of course, he never misses any party.
He was strutting into the prom venue in a sleek black tuxedo.
The tuxedo jacket fits him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders, and he paired it with a crisp white dress shirt.
With a stylish black bowtie and a matching cummerbund. He opts for shiny black dress shoes that add a touch of sophistication to his look. With his confident smile and regal presence.
Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart.
But I quickly looked away, trying to hide the effect he had on me.
As his familiar voice whispered near my ear, my heart skipped a beat. "Hey, are you from our school?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
I couldn't let him recognize my voice, so I mustered up a smile and nodded in response. The tension in the air was palpable as he offered me a glass of wine.
With limited options, I accepted it, our hands briefly brushing against each other.
As we clicked our glasses together, a mix of emotions flooded my mind. Excitement, uncertainty, and a hint of apprehension.
What did the night have in store for us? I couldn't help but wonder.
"Interested in dancing with me?" Boss asked, his voice dripping with seduction.
It was the last thing I had ever expected, but it was all part of our plan. So, I agreed, putting on a brave face, but he can't see my expressions.
Dancing with your enemy, how could that possibly go wrong, right?
As our bodies swayed to the rhythm of the music, I cautiously placed my hands on his neck, feeling the warmth of his touch.
He reciprocated by resting his hands on my waist, pulling me closer.
In that moment, he didn't seem so bad, or maybe it was just because he didn't know it was me.
That's when a surge of courage washed over me.
I looked at him with a mischievous smirk, and he froze, caught off guard.
Taking the lead, I gently took his hand in mine and guided him to a secluded spot where we could be alone.
