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“I don’t dance.”
“Oh, come on, it’s just slow dancing. All you have to do is move from one leg to another.” I tilted my chin to the dancefloor where everybody was doing so, but Hugo didn’t budge. He just sat there, looked away and ignored me. “Ok, I’ll go back to my seat.”
I was very disappointed because I really wanted to dance, but he wasn’t having it, so I returned defeated to the table. Even one of the mistresses was on the dancefloor now, with her lover, which was surprising since I saw his wife a few minutes ago, but she was probably blacked out drunk by now. I poured myself a glass of Rose and sat there looking straight into it until a shadow fell over me. I was surprised to look up and find Hugo towering over me.
“Come on,” he ordered.
“Where?”
He extended his hand, waiting for mine.
“Will you dance with me?”
I wanted to say yes, but my mouth was hanging open, so I just took his hand and let him steer me to the middle of the floor. One of his hands went to my waist, and we started moving slowly.
“Why the change of heart, Mustafa?”
“I saw you pouting alone. I didn’t want to upset you, Cat, but this is fucking torture.”
“The dancing?”
“No. I have to look at you like I don’t want to fuck you. I have to keep my hand from sliding down on your ass. You’re dressed like a fucking wet dream, and you’re asking me to touch you like I don’t know what’s underneath.”
Well, damn. I bit my lip and looked down, blushing. I was the object of his desire, and it made me feel special. It was me. No other woman here. Me.
“It’s the same for me,” I spoke, and he frowned. “I want to climb you like a tree. Don’t tell me how wrong that is. I know it.”
He wanted to say something else, but Lola’s high-pitched voice stopped him.
“You two are so cute!” she said while she was dancing next to us. “Hugo, I can’t believe she made you dance. I’ve never seen you dance. Look how cute they are, baby.”
Vincenzo was smiling from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat.
“The Albanian Monster knows how to move his legs. That will bring fear to his enemies.” He mocked Hugo, who looked at him with a ‘Fuck You’ in his eyes.
“Just keep moving, Nucci. I think you’re falling behind the music. Lola, you should find someone better to dance with.”
“Hey,” Cenzo cut in, “take care of the woman in your arms.” Then he turned away with his wife and spun past us.
My chest exploded. In that moment, it was like we were a couple surrounded by friends and family. For a brief second, the barrier between fantasy and reality faded, and the sensation was so good, it scared me. I wanted this more than all those crazy orgasms he gave me.
I wanted to put my arms around his neck and let my head fell on his chest, but I knew that was impossible. The prying eyes would spot the intimacy between us, and then the gates of hell would open. So I kept my hands right where they were, and I looked up at him.
“Thank you,” I said into his ear so he could hear me over the music.
“You’re welcome, princess. Are you enjoying the dance?”
“I am, more than ever. Who said you can’t dance?”
“I can’t. I’m just moving from a leg to another.”
I let my head fall back and laughed. I loved these stolen moments when he was acting like an actual person, not a Sasquatch on steroids.
“Here, let me show you.”
I took the lead and spun us around, and he followed with stiff and clumsy moves, but I could see he was having fun too.
“Cat, stop embarrassing me.” Luckily for him, the song ended. Too bad, I was about to show him a twirl where I would have ended up with my leg on his hip. “Let me take you back to your seat.”
