BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 17 : I don't Know

Chapter 17 : I don't Know

Harry's invitation to dance was a siren call, his voice soft yet laced with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. I hesitated, aware of the conflicting emotions that his touch evoked. As the first notes of a slow, sultry song began to play, Harry's hand found its place on the small of my back.

His touch, firm yet gentle, resonated through the thin fabric of my dress, sending a cascade of tingling sensations across my skin. The heat from his palm was palpable, radiating a warmth that seemed to penetrate deep into my body, igniting a flicker of excitement within me.

"I don't know if I can dance, Harry," I admitted, my voice betraying a nervousness that contrasted sharply with the growing tension between us. His response was a comforting smile, one that eased my apprehension. "Just follow my lead, you'll be fine." His words, spoken softly, were like a balm, calming my racing heart.

As we began to move, my initial steps were hesitant, unsteady. Harry's hands, however, remained a constant presence, guiding me with an assuredness that slowly seeped into my own movements. His fingers pressed gently yet confidently against my waist, steering me in a dance that felt as old as time yet as new as the fluttering sensations in my stomach.

The rhythm of the music enveloped us, a melody that pulsed through the air, wrapping around our bodies as we moved in unison. Harry's gaze never left mine, his eyes a deep well of emotion that seemed to draw me in, holding me captive in their depths. The intensity of his stare was like a physical touch, stirring something deep inside me, awakening a longing I hadn't known I possessed.

As our bodies swayed together, the sensation of his hand on my back became more pronounced. The warmth of his touch seemed to seep through every layer, reaching my very core. His other hand, clasping mine, was a contrast of strength and tenderness. The roughness of his palm against the smoothness of mine created a friction that sent shivers down my arms.

The closeness of our bodies, the occasional brush of his chest against mine, was electrifying. Each inadvertent touch was a jolt of electricity, sparking an ever-growing desire. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, a beat that seemed to synchronize with mine, a silent testament to the connection that was forming between us.

Harry's movements were measured, deliberate, each step and turn designed to bring us closer together. The scent of him—clean and masculine—filled my senses, intoxicating and alluring. The feel of his breath, warm and steady against my cheek, made me acutely aware of the proximity of our lips, a distance that seemed to be diminishing with every beat of the music.

"You know, I never took you for a dancer," I breathed, finding my voice amid the flurry of sensations.

Harry's chuckle was low, a vibration that I felt more than heard. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Bella," he teased, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.

Harry's voice lowered to a murmur, his breath a subtle warmth against my ear. "You know, you have a way of getting under my skin," he said, a hint of teasing in his tone. "I find myself thinking about you, even when I'm at home. It's quite annoying, actually."

I couldn't help but smile, feeling the pull of our banter amid the intensity of the moment. "Well, maybe I wouldn't drive you so insane if you weren't such a demanding boss," I teased back, my voice low, almost a whisper.

His laughter was a soft, deep rumble, a sound that seemed to vibrate through my very being. "Demanding, am I?" Harry mused, a playful edge to his voice. His eyes, dark and intense, dropped to my lips, the look in them causing a flutter in my chest, a pause in my breath. "Perhaps I'm just fond of commanding your attention."