Saved By The One & Only

Mission Accomplished

Amy's POV:

I stare dumbfounded at Mr. Anderson as he just asked me to dance with him.

Without realizing what I'm doing, I place my hand in his.

My hand in his feels foreign at first but as we begin to walk farther away it soon begins to feel relaxed and pleasant.

Hmm that's weird. I think to myself.

He quickly lets go of my hand and faces me, and I can't help but frown at the sudden coldness that my hand feels but quickly push aside the feeling.

As we stand facing each other he immediately bows as do the other twenty or so men around us within the dance floor mimic.

The song begins and he holds his hand out which I eagerly take within mine. I mentally beat myself up hoping he didn't just notice the craving that I had to touch his skin again.

Gladly he's still looking somewhere other than me, and I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

He begins to grab my waist and move us closer together, and before I realize it I am extremely close to him, in fact too close.

The aroma of his cologne begins to invade my nose, and dear god help me I almost faint. He smells soo... Heavenly.

Ian smells wonderful and very pleasing but not as divine as Mr. Anderson does.

The masculinity that radiates off of him is truly intoxicating yet makes one feel addicted to the power that surrounds him like, bees circling around honey.

As we begin to move around I can't help but notice where his attention has been this entire time only to see him smirk a malicious grin towards Ian.

I think nothing of it and begin to follow along with his footsteps.

"You seem rather quiet, yet a few seconds ago when you were dancing with Ian you were talking and laughing if I may recall." He says, and yet it sounds as though he were questioning why I was "enjoying" myself.

"Is that a question or a lecture?" I question with a little more sass than I originally intended too.

He immediately snaps his head in my direction and stares at me intently. His eyes turn cold within an instant and just as it seems as though he is about to say something, he twirls me out and then twirls me back in, yet I land on a halt within his arms with my back facing his chest, and his arms securely wrapped around me as we continue to dance like this.

"Careful now, don't want you to get reprimanded now do we." He whispers into my ear, sounding cold and distant.

I couldn't help but shutter as he unwound me from the spin and positioned us to how we were before.

"Well maybe if you didn't ask questions in the form you ask them, I wouldn't need reprimanding in the first place." I spit back.

"And if you weren't dancing with Ian you wouldn't be spoken to like that." He responds with just as much coldness as earlier.

His tone of voice along with the coldness he holds within his voice is enough to scare me into hibernation for the next four months, but I WILL most certainly NOT give HIM the satisfaction of knowing the affect he has on me.

I laugh as he twirls me again.

"Is there something amusing about what I said Ms. Monroe?"

"I didn't know it was a crime to dance with a man, after all it is a gala. Am I wrong?" I question while smirking.