Dance With Me

Chapter 4

We sit in his car as he drives us through the city, he had told me to follow him and I had somehow trusted him enough to get into his car not knowing where our destination was.

Never in my life would I have thought that I would end up with Val tonight, but again  everything is unpredictable.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as Val pulls into the DriveIn of McDonalds. ''What do you want?'' Even though I was really starting to get hungry, I shake my head. It's just not my thing to eat on other's money, no strings, no nothing.

''We'd like to have a Big Mac menu, a chicken salad, fries and one Oreo and one Strawberry milkshake.'' 

I turn to him disbelief and also slightly in disgust. ''You gonna eat all that?''

He drives towards the next stop and takes his wallet out. ''Why, of course not. You will help me with that.''

On the oustide I was calm and breathing in and out but mentally I was breathing in and out in anger. I was really on the edge of throwing a tantrum but I don't want to show any kind of emotion towards him, I feel like he would enjoy getting any kind of reaction out of me, even if it was anger. So I casually ignore him and put a heavy lid on my emotions. 

From the corner of my eye I see him shake his head. ''You know, from time to time, showing some kind of emotion won't do you any harm.''

I face him and look him dead in the eye. ''Yes, it does.''

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The drive to wherever he was bringing me to was quiet and devoid of any conversation. I was looking out the window and he was concentrating on drving, I apprecaited that he just let me be when I wanted to just be, sometimes not talking is the best solution.

He turns into a street that looks familar but it was too dark for me to see completely, only when I open the door do I regognize the Dance With Me Studio in Soho. Val walks over to me and reaches his hand out to me, I think for a second, contemplating if I should take his lead, I was actually curious as to what he was planning this time. As I've said before this guy is unpredictable, so I accept his hand and walk with him into the studio.

The last time I was in here, Roza and I were practising her spins and lifts.

I cross my arms at the entrance to the ballroom as I watch Val walk towards the center of the dance floor and turns to me holding his arms out to me as if I would just walk into them.

I don't move an inch and stay there stubbornly, something that he should learn is the more you want me to do something the less I will be likely to obey, that is something that will never change with me, I've always been like that. That attitude is one thing that has stayed with me through everything.

He drops his hands and takes the same stance as me. ''We still need to catch up on that dance rehearsal we never had.''

''I had one, your own fault if you don't show up.'' I respond in a nonchalance and look at my nails. 

In a flash he was right in front me, making me jump back in suprise. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer. ''Who did you dance with?'' He tightens his grib on my hand to a point where it almost hurt. ''There shouldn't have been anyone but you and me. Who did you let in?''

Fuck this.

No way in hell will I let myself get treated like that. He has no right to question me like that.

Who does he think he is?

I take all my stength and push him away. ''Don't you dare question me as if I belong to you. You are no one to me.'' I spit out containing my anger. ''For the record, I was practising with Roza, because you were too busy running into fists.'' I take the key out of my pocket and throw it at him. ''You know what, I quit. This is  not what I was in for.'' I wip around to get out of this place as fast as possible.

''I never thought you'd be the person to just give up.''

I stop walking and just stand there still facing the door enticipating his next move.

I hear footsteps getting closer. ''I thought after all you've been through you'd be more couragious than that.'' he wispers right as he stops behind me.

I frown in confusion. 

How does he know that I've been through a lot. But then again, everyone has been through something, he was probably just guessing. Or did he somehow find out about my past. 

What happened that night?

Not giving anything away I slowly turn on my heels to find him only inches away from me, not letting him intimidate me by his closeness I lift my chin up high in confidense. ''You don't know who I am.'' I speak out slowly, making sure that he understands every single word.

''Why don't you let me find out.'' Curiosity enters his eyes as he relaxes his stance.

''There not much about me to find out.'' I take a step back as I realize that the battle off was over.

He suprises me as he gently and carefully takes a hold of my hand. ''Why don't you let me be the judge of that?''

I absentmindly begin to bite my lip as I think about that, he sounds genuine about wanting to get to know me, I guess as long as I don't get to attached, nothing will go wrong.

As long as I am in control, I can pull out of all this if it get to much and with Val at some point I'm convinced it will.

"Fine, you can try but I can't guarantee anything." 

Satisfied with my answer he lifts my hand up towards his lips all the while keeping his eyes on me. "Will you dance with me?" 

"Why do you keep insist on dancing with me?" What did he see in dancing that I don't?

He shrugs and tugs on my hand, I cave in and for once obey and walk with him to the center. "I want you to not only dance, I want you to feel, I want you to connect, I want you to relate. Dancing for me is not only taking steps, it's showing emotions. And as we both know, you lack in that department. I want to help you with that."

I was about to argue with that, when he holds a finger out at me making me shush. I grump in annoyance.

"Don't protest before you've tried it."

I hesitate. What could go wrong right? A lot could go wrong with that. Showing any kind emotion is bad idea. I've worked so hard on pushing them away, am I ready to release the flood gates?

I nod slowly.

Taking a chance for the first time in a long time was a big step for me.

He smiles and kisses my hand again.

"Why do you keep kissing my hand?" I really wanted to know. Did it mean something special in Russia or what.

Val gently puts my left hand on his biceps and takes my other hand into his own and his other one on my waist, getting into hold.

He slowly pushes me against his body and looks me intently in the eyes. "Every woman should be kissed and cherished. But..." I feel his hand moving to my shoulder blades and put some pressure there, straightening my posture. "I can't kiss you where I want to.." He trails off making me look at him again. He was looking at the nape of my neck with hooded and lust filled eyes. I take in a surprised breath causing him to look back up in a flash. "Yet."