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“Hello fellas, nice to see you both. What are you drinking?”
Everyone, especially Cara, looks at me like I just sprouted a second head. Clearly the expectation has been that I would react somehow, maybe even want to leave. I want to laugh at the collective surprise on their faces.
But then they all apparently decide to play along and Louis answers my question. “Vodka tonic, our waiter will be back in a sec. There’s a menu if you ladies want to take a look.”
We order dinner and drinks while our conversation flows easy. Apparently, Louis is part of the aristocracy. His dad’s an earl or something, and his older brother is all that stands between him and the title. Crazy.
But he is a very nice guy, and I can see Cara really likes him, which I’m pretty sure he reciprocates. I am pleased for them.
And Simon looks gorgeous. He is dressed in a very thin, but obviously expensive black cashmere sweater and dark jeans. His face is clean shaven, his ever present five o’clock shadow is nowhere to be seen.
He seems relaxed, but is checking his phone a lot. “Expecting a call from work on Friday night, Simon?” I tease.
He smiles self-consciously and puts his phone in his pocket. “Bad habit.”
I smile back at him. I know why he is checking his phone. He’s probably got his mind on his nephew, which only makes me want him more.
We eat and settle the bill before heading downstairs. As we walk downstairs, Simon’s hand rests on the small of my back. The heat from his touch sends ripples of want straight to my pussy.
I had two vodka tonics with my dinner and am feeling nice and warm by the time we hit the dance floor. Cara and I go out by ourselves while the guys sit at the bar talking.
I have my third drink in hand and am feeling good. I love to dance—I always have. Music is my first love. And dancing is a release for me.
I close my eyes as Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love comes on. I giggle as I remember what a big fan of hers Simon is. The thought of him and the music combined make me feel heady. I immediately start to sway to the music.
Suddenly, I feel a pair of hands grab my hips and wrap around my waist. I instantly recoil because those are not the hands I want.
My back is bare and I can feel the front of Mr. Gropey’s sweaty chest touching me and I want to retch. I pull away and his grip only tightens.
“Come on, sweetheart, you look like you need a partner,” he says in my ear. I pull harder and then suddenly he releases me with a start.
I start to feel good about my conflict resolution skills until I see Simon’s hand on his shoulder and lips at his ear. The guy’s eyes widen for a second before he glances at me, back at Simon, and then back at me.
“I am so sorry, ma’am, I apologize for touching you. Have a really nice night, and I hope you can excuse my rudeness.” Then he scurries away. I stare after him completely dumbfounded when Simon steps closer to me.
“What in the world did you tell him?” I shout over the music.
Simon takes a step closer so he doesn’t have to shout. He smiles while he says, “I told him you were Barack Obama’s niece and that I’m part of your Secret Service detail.”
I look at him for a second before I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard I have double over and grab my knees to catch my breath. Simon joins in the laughter.
We both stand up and wipe our eyes, the music changes when Coldplay’s Shiver comes on.
Simon holds out his hand and I put my hand in it. He pulls me to him, and I feel his other hand on my bare back. It feels so good it almost hurts.
Why do I want this man so much? Does he want me the same way? He is clearly attracted to me, but something is holding him back.
What am I saying? I am holding a lot back, too. There is so much he doesn’t know about me. My father is a fugitive from the law and he has no idea. Besides Cara, who has always known, nobody in my “after” life knows.
“I can feel your brain working. Relax, enjoy the music,” Simon says into the top of my head. All I know is that it feels good to be standing, swaying in his strong arms with my head resting on his chest like it was born to lay there.
The song disappears; the lights disappear, and all that is left is this moment with this man.
He pulls me into his body and we are hip to hip, my head rests on his shoulder as we sway to the music. His head moves down so that his mouth is close to my ear. I feel his breath ruffle my hair as he hums along to the song.
My hands wrap tightly around his neck as his tightens around my waist. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the music and in the feeling of being wrapped up in Simon’s arms.
The song ends, but we don’t pull apart as the next song, Alicia Key’s Like You’ll Never See Me Again, comes on.
