Come Dance For A Stranger

Come Dance For A Stranger

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He was handsome,but with an unmistakable hint of ruthlessness."I wouldn't have expected a.......hostess to blush and chew her lip the way you do,"he said Should she trust this satanic stranger who could make her fall on her knees to help her escape-or did his arrogant assumption mean she'd be jumping from the frying pan straight into a fire....? ************************************************************************************* SO WHAT HAD THAT BEEN ALL ABOUT??? Aaron wondered as he led the girl out onto the dance floor.He couldn't help but be impressed by her towering dignity.He hadn't heard what had been said but he could guess that she'd been forced into this. On the crowded dance floor,she was crushed against him.He let his hand slip down over the her spine sending shivers throughtout her body.He noticied her cheeks turned red as a tomato. *******************************************************************************
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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