When it Happened *(Completed) EDITING

CHAPTER 24

A mix of the music comes in. The song is one I'm fond of. I may have it on my playlist. "Thinking of you, remixed" by Elias. I start to move with the song, feeling every beat in sync dancing. That's one thing I have for a middle-aged woman is rhythm when it comes to dancing.

I turn over to Joe as I'm dancing right in front of him, as he's watching me, his eyes look wild, it feels like heaven, sitting there admiring me, tapping his finger on the rim of his drink in his hand, watching me move to the song as the lights hit me with the base of the song. I grab my hair and turn around so he can see my ass move with the music. I'm definitely feeling the tequila shot. It's rushing right through my body, the more I feel the music.

I raise my hands seductively up and slowly bring them down, moving my body sensually, passing my hands around my thighs as he's looking at me with these eyes, I've never seen before. I don't take my eyes off him moving my hands under my hair, mouthing some of the lyrics. 

He takes a sip from his glass as his eyes never leave mine. The arousal that I have is mind-blowing. Why do I feel this strong connection toward him? Why can't I just say "NO" or walk away when he's near me. He's slowly shaking his head at me as he bites down on his lip. Shit.

He slowly stands up, takes another sip from his drink, watching me dance. Puts it down on the table as he still watching me, undressing me with his eyes as I continue to move my body seductively with the song. MMMM I close my eyes, feeling the music turning my body. I stand still just moving my hips around as I'm feeling myself up, dancing. I feel him right up against my back. I can feel his hard on my ass. OH MY GOD! I froze in panic.

"You like what your doing, Mrs. Taylor" He whispers in my ear and puts his hand on my hip. That shocked my body when I felt his touch and the way he whispered in my ear and slightly digs his finger in my waist. Shit, that felt good. I feel so good down there. Ahh. I stand still, I can't move. I lower my head and close my eyes. I don't care who's watching. 

"I know what you're doing, Alix...Let's talk," he whispers. And the more he whispers and stands against me; I get weaker. I turn around and glare into his eyes as the song is playing. My emotions are out. Why didn't he call? What did I do so bad for him not to have called or texted?

He takes my hand. I shake it off.

"Why, Joe? Why should I? Give me a good reason why I should?

"Cause you want to?" he murmurs as we stand there, both our eyes locked. I know he's right. But I'm still hurt. I'm afraid to feel ashamed again. I take in a deep breath and move away from him. What am I going to say to Lyla? I've missed him so much. The thought of not knowing why he didn't call and just walked out is killing me. I know, I told him to leave, but he has to start being honest with me. I step over to the table, grab my purse, reach in for my cell phone and text him the hotel room number. I hope I don't regret this. I look over to see if he retrieves it. He takes his cell phone and reads it.

Me/Joe: Room 210-I'm going to say, I'm tired. He then looks my way and nods, "OK."

Oh, this has to get better for me, one way or another. I'm lying too much to Lyla. But I do need for Joe and me to talk. We can't be doing this.

I walk into the crowd and spot them. Aww, they look like their having the time of their lives, dancing. I walk up to Lyla and grab her by her waist as she turns.

"Lyla, sorry, I'm going to head out, I'm a bit tired," I whisper in her ear. Grabs my hands.

"You sure, mom? She mouths over the loud music — my heart beating a million miles per second.