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Chapter 9

                  

Hey guys, I'm back with an update as promised! The same thing applies from my last update, I am following everyone back who follows me. As for this chapter, I am still making minor touches here and there. But as usual if you would like to see more chapters, and if you enjoy this one comment, like, and share! We left off with Naomi and Noah dancing on the ballroom floor, lets see how it goes (;

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Naomi's heart hammered into her chest as she watched Noah's eyes darken. His warm touch was now sending her senses into overload and all she could think about was the tempting movements of his long fingers. He was challenging her. He liked her reaction and wanted to see what she would do when faced with the option to flight or stay in his arms. To Noah's surprise Naomi stayed, swaying gently to the beat, trying to sedate her heavy breathing. But after a few more half circles around the ballroom, Naomi couldn't take it. His fingers now trailing up her spine, leaving a burning sensation on the wall of her back. Noah made it up to her neck. His other hand bringing her closer. She could feel his breath fan the side of her cheek. With a gulp, Naomi repeated once more,

"Mr. Alexander." Her tone was hoarse and unsteady. She couldn't think straight, especially when his fingers were doing wonders to her slender body. Naomi dragged her lids to his sharp black suit. His toned chest shaped the suit nicely and solely by touching his shoulders she could feel the firmness of his body. She continued to let her gaze drop past his torso to his strong legs, and all the way to his feet. Naomi cursed at herself. This man was too good to be true. His build was exceptional. He obviously took pride in his looks and it resonated first with how he carried himself. Bringing her attention to his chiseled face, she groaned. She was up close and quite personal. His full lips were a shade of pink, and Naomi found herself pondering the outline of them. I wonder how they feel. His beard was groomed accordingly and Naomi noticed a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. How cute. Noah's expression was unreadable as he kept his orbs glued in on her. Naomi figured that he was studying her, in the same way, she was with him. A spark flashed in his light brown eyes, while they continue their lustful stare down. She saw him swallow hard, then he quickly cleared his throat but didn't fathom a response to the sound of her plea. Instead, he progressed their dance, and allowed themselves to sink deeper and deeper into each other. For they seemed to float on the marble floor.

As the music started to fade out, Naomi huffed to herself and quietly clicked her tongue. No, No, we just started. It can't be over already. His arms around felt all too amazing. Slowing moving away from his embrace but not breaking eye contact, Naomi was lost for words. What should she say? Should she say anything at all? What did the dance even mean? Questions flooded her conscious. The attraction between them was clear as day to her, but she didn't want to say anything to make it awkward. Standing still, she nervously glanced away and tucked a strand of hair that crept in her line of vision to behind her ear. Noah caught her uncertainty and decided to speak first,

"Shall we have a seat?" he uttered, seeming to be unfazed by their little moment.

"Uh, yes, lets," she responded.

Noah placed his palm on her lower back, leaned down, and breathed in a smooth tone,

"Lead the way, Ms. Riley."

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            The remainder of the night had a beneficial turn for Naomi. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the games, and activities the match-makers put together. Therefore, everything was going just right. Ten minutes prior to closing up the party, the plump man came back up to the stage and gave his gratitude and appreciation. Some of the other match-makers, including Veronica decided to speak and give a special thanks to their clients and everyone who attended the Single's ball. As all the guests strolled to the exit, she gathered her three clients for one last discussion of the night. Erica and Aaron smiled at Naomi with their palms clasped in unison. Their bodies radiated towards each other. She couldn't and didn't want to stop the beautiful collision that formed between them. Despite how the night started, she knew they ended up right where they were supposed to be.