Barron Trump and The Latin Girl

6)Flirt and Tension

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The music pulsed around them, a captivating beat that seemed to sync with the rhythm of their hearts. Barron kept one hand on Isabela's waist, while the other held hers, guiding her awkwardly but determinedly.

Isabela, on the other hand, seemed completely in control. She moved her hips fluidly, her eyes locked on his, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"You're getting better, heir", she teased, leaning in to speak near his ear.

"Is that a compliment?" Barron replied, trying to hide his nervousness with a smile.

"Kind of", she shot back, laughing.

The dance floor was packed, but they seemed oblivious to everything around them. Isabela's friend Jessie held her phone, still recording the two as they danced. She smiled, noticing the obvious chemistry between them, but said nothing, preferring to let the moment unfold.

Barron stepped a little closer, trying to match her movements. "You make this look so easy",  he said, his voice filled with admiration.

"Maybe it's my Latin blood taking over", Isabela replied, winking at him.

The music shifted to something slower, with a sensual beat that seemed to invite a more intimate dance. Isabela didn't hesitate. She slid her hands over his shoulders, bringing their bodies closer. Barron held his breath for a moment, catching her scent mixed with the warmth of the room.

"Now you've got no excuse not to keep up with me", she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I don't think I ever had a choice", he replied, his tone carrying a subtle flirtation.

They kept dancing, Isabela's movements slower and more deliberate, almost as if she were testing his reaction. Barron, for his part, tried to stay composed, but her proximity made it almost impossible.

"Do you always dance like this?", he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Like what?"

"Like you're trying to leave someone speechless."

Isabela laughed, leaning in a bit closer. "Wow! That was cheesy. Can't you do better?"

"Maybe", he admitted, feeling his face heat up.

Both of them were fueled by the alcohol coursing through their veins and weren't thinking much about what they were saying to each other. After a few minutes, she grabbed his hand, leading him off the dance floor. They found a quieter corner at the bar, where the music wasn't as loud. Isabela ordered two drinks, handing one to him.

"So, tell me", she began, looking at him curiously. "What do you do for fun besides getting into heated debates?"

Barron caught the hint and hesitated before answering, spinning his glass in his hands. "Is that a serious question or just another one of your jabs?"

"A little bit of both" , she said, smiling.

"Okay," he sighed. "Usually, I play FIFA on Discord. I'm not great at it, but I'm a huge soccer fan."

"Really? I've never played soccer, but I used to watch it with my mom and little brother. My dad, being the classic American, always preferred football."

"That's cool! Maybe we can watch a game together sometime."

Isabela thought for a moment before answering. "That sounds like a good idea. I think Jessie and my other friends would enjoy it. And you'll probably bring your roommate Daniel along, right?"