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Chapter Five
The man pulled me away from the dance floor and towards one of the balconies around the edge. The cool air hit us as we stepped onto one and I sighed in relief. I hadn't realised how hot I'd become from the dancing and appreciated the chance to cool off.
"I must know your name," the man murmured, his voice low and intimate.
"Sadie," I answered instantly, sounding breathless, but I didn't even care. If he knew how he was affecting me, then he would know he could do something about it.
"I'm Leo," he offered, keeping his voice low.
His hand rested on the small of my back. I leaned into his touch, feeling it burn through the thin material of my dress.
"Are you enjoying the wedding?" I asked, knowing I still needed to be polite.
"Do you really care?"
The lilt of the accent in his voice sent thrills through me. I hoped he'd talk to me more.
"Of course, it's my Queen's wedding. Didn't you know that caring is mandatory?" I fluttered my eyelashes, but he didn't notice, he was too busy laughing.
"Are you so attentive at all royal functions? I might need to attend more."
"I'm afraid not," I replied.
"Pity."
He reached out and hooked a loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes and a tiny moan slipped from me. I hoped he hadn't caught that.
"Where are you from, Leo?" I asked.
"Belgium," he answered instantly. "How did you know?" There was an ever so slight hint of panic in his voice, but I pushed any concerns to the side. It was probably just nerves.
"You have a slight accent."
Relief crashed over his face and I wondered what secret I'd nearly uncovered. I didn't ask. I was hiding secrets of my own, it wasn't fair of me to decide he wasn't allowed them too. Besides, I didn't need to know his innermost thoughts. That wasn't why I was here. In Enrique's words, I was here to have a bit of fun.
"Are you enjoying England?"
"Are you a politician?" he asked sharply.
"No!" I protested. "I study music."
"What kind?"
"History."
"Music history?" he mused.
"Yes, it's a real thing," I snapped.
"I've no doubt it is. It's just a strange choice for such a beautiful woman."
"Hardly," I protested.
"Do you play?"
"Yes. The cello." Pride welled up within me. No matter what he said, I was proud of my education and my talent. I wasn't quite good enough to get into any of the symphonic orchestras, but I certainly wasn't talentless.
"What are you planning on doing with your studies?" He pulled me closer to him and away from the door to the ballroom.
"I'm not sure yet." I lied. I had a secret ambition to be one of those people who was interviewed on TV shows about their area of expertise, but I wasn't about to admit that. Even Enrique wasn't aware of that particular desire. He'd just point out it wasn't possible, and I'd be left feeling somewhat dejected.
"You don't want to tell me, I get that." He looked away, apparently hurt by my comments.
"How come your English is so good?" I asked.
"I started learning at a very young age." He glanced back, his eyes softening. I breathed a sigh of relief, at least I hadn’t ruined my chances with him.
Silence hung between us, neither of us wanting to ask any more personal questions and get shot down. Though there was a part of me that wanted to tell him every deep and dark secret I had. The something about him I'd seen on the TV was still with me.
I closed my eyes seconds before his lips met mine. Warmth spread through me at their touch and I melted into him, yearning for more.
Another moan slipped from me.
"Sadie," he murmured against my lips.
