The Prince And The Bad Boy

4. Dancing will burn some calories

I snap out of my little world.
I try to see anyone but him. After what I just did, I couldn't meet his eyes.

"No need to feel embarrassed. Girls tend to do that very often" He smirks.

"What do you want?" I ask trying to hide my blush.

"I am at this lame ass party because of a friend of mine and I am really bored. So, I just needed someone to talk to and my eyes landed on you. You were sitting here all alone. I thought maybe I could join you. But the way you were filling your mouth with food, I got the hint that you were busy. But you know, that didn't stop me." He explains while sitting on a chair next to me.

"Want a blueberry tart?" I ask holding a sugary tart in my hand.

He takes it and I take another one and that's how we end up eating 8 tarts, 3 muffins and 2 slices of cake each and I don't know how many glasses of champagne to accompany these desserts.

"I am so full."

"Me too." I reply holding my stomach.

Just then the music stops and everyone in the crowd gets attentive and stand near the entry gate. There was so much crowd in front of me that I wasn't able to see what was happening and I was so tired because of all that eating that I wasn't even interested in knowing what was happening.

"I'll get us something to drink other than champagne. I don't want to be drunk in this party." He gets up and walks towards my left. I don't even feel like moving my head and watch where he was going.

I just sit there and wait for him.

Just then a man in matte black suit and expensive shoes approaches me a few minutes later. He has the most perfect blond hair and piercing green eyes. He is the epitome of perfection.

"Hey" He says with such a soft voice.

"Umm.. hey?" I reply slightly confused.

"Can I have this pleasure of dancing with you? Miss?" He asks in such a gentleman-y way.

Today, two complete hot boys, not older or younger than me, of just the perfect age approached me. What a day!

"Kathrine Swan and you know I've been eating like a pig since I entered this lame party which I was forced to come to. My stomach is going to explode and every time I see a tray of cupcakes buring carried in front of me, I get the urge to stuff it in my mouth" I babble. "Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Maybe, champagne has started it's work on me. Umm, what were you saying?"

Just when he opens his mouth to speak...

"Oh yes, dance? I mean, yea I would love to since I don't have anything else to do and the boy I've been eating with has disappeared. Maybe dancing will burn some calories." I interrupt.

He chuckles while putting his hands in his pockets and looking down. He looks like a friggin' model from a fashion magazine.

Then I get up from my seat, he lifts his left hand up for me to hold and I put my right hand in his. He escorts me to the middle of the floor where everyone has been dancing.

He bows just like the perfect gentleman and hold both of my hands and then puts my left hand on his shoulder and holds my other hand, after which he puts his hand on my back.

Our bodies get closer. The music starts and we sway to the beautiful rhythm. It felt dreamy, like too good to be true.

His smile never fades during the whole dance.

Just then I realise.

"Wait, no one's dancing. Everyone's looking at us. Why are we the centre of attraction right now?" I furrow my brows.