Taming Christopher Brown

Chapter Two

Of all the things I imagined happening tonight, getting asked to dance by Chris Brown wasn't one of them. He didn't wait for an answer and I wasn't sure which one I wanted to give him but I still found myself being pulled into his arms and to the middle of the dance floor. The second our bodies our flushed together a tingling sensation courses through my veins forcing me to suck in my breath.

Relax Sienna.

I hated to admit that it had been a while since the last time I was this close to a guy. I hope I wasn't coming off as awkward and uncomfortable as I feel.

"Relax." Chris leans down to whisper into my ear. It bothered me that he could tell that he made me nervous so I take a deep breath and settle into his arms. "So how do you know the bride?" Chris asked, rocking our bodies from side to side to match the tempo of the music.

"I'm her best friend." I answer just as Chris manuevers our bodies to spin and I catch Maya's eyes. She's dancing with Chad but her attention is on me and Chris.

"You must be happy she's married." Chris says, capturing my attention.

Was I happy? Of course. I would be a crappy best-friend if I wasn't. But a very small part of me wanted what she had.

"I am. Chad is a great guy and he's going to be a great husband." I reply truthfully, instead of saying how I really felt.

"Do you have one?"

"Have what?"

"A husband?"

"You don't see a ring on my finger do you?" I say in a challenging tone. Was that a serious question? Chris Brown or not, I wouldn't be slow dancing with another guy if I had a husband.

Chris shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time a woman didn't wear her ring."

"I wouldn't do that to my husband."

Something flashes in those dark eyes of his at my answer. Maybe surprise? But he doesn't say anything. Instead, he presses his body closer to mines.

"So how is that someone as beautiful as you isn't taken?" He asks, gliding us smoothly across the dance floor. I hated to admit that he was great dancer and the fact that I was actually enjoying the way our bodies felt together.

"You're asking a lot of questions." I say instead.

"I'm just trying to get to know you better." Chris replied, as if he didn't have an ulterior motive behind why he was talking to me.

"Well stop." I raise my voice and glare at him. We froze when the music stops but my arms are still wrapped around his neck and his arms are still wrapped around my waist.

"Are you always this rude to people?" He stares at me, arching a dark brow.

"Only to people that ask too many questions." I answer.

"All I asked was if you had a boyfriend." Chris says, sounding defensive.

"Yes, I have one." I tell him just to end this conversation.

"Are you just saying that?"

Could he read my mind?

"No." I lied. " His name is Noah and he's my world."

"How long have you guys been together?" He pries. Was he always this nosy with girls he barely knew. It was starting to feel like I was being interviewed.

"3 years." I found myself answering though.

"Sounds serious."

"It is." There's a beat of silence that falls between us and I take that moment to remove my hands and drop them to my side. His hands thankfully unwrap themselves around my waist. "Look Christopher-"