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“You’ll show me a special step for my love.” He chuckled. “That’d be great. Show me,por favor.”
Placing his hand low on her back, she leaned backward and had him bring his bent knee between her legs. “Empujas contra ella.”
“I push against her. Wow. She might not like that.”
His dancer laughed. “Una mujer enamorada ama.”
“A woman in love would love it. Hmm ... Maybe. Or she may kick me out forever.”
“Look.” Ofelia called the man dancing with Madison. “Carlos ...” She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed Madison toward Rick. “Look and do.”
He held Madison as they showed him, bending her backward, and leaning over her. Her flowery perfume enveloped him, his mouth covered hers in a fiery kiss. Hoping she wouldn’t punch him to hell and back, he followed his mentors’ demonstration, and squeezed his knee between her legs, all the way to her crotch.
Madison’s eyes opened wide, narrowed, opened again and closed, her moan stifled by his kiss.
What a move! She’d melted in his arms, and he was all hard. The music stopped, and they straightened with effort.
“Buna?” Ofelia smiled at Madison, her eyebrows arched suggestively.
Rick glanced at his friend. “She asks if you’re okay?”
“Wow ... Yes.”
Ofelia chuckled, and Carlos gave him a card with a website address. “For music on laptop. Go home happy. Practice.”
Rick shoved some bills into the dancers’ hands.
“Muchas gracias. Buena noche, señor.”
“Buena noche.” He led Madison to the door.
As promised, Mario waited in the cab. Silently, she slid into the backseat, and Rick followed her. He put his arm around her shoulders and gathered her against him.
“To the Intercontinental, please,” Rick ordered.
Still shaken by their bold dance, Madison rested her head on his shoulder and didn’t utter a word during the ride. Was she saving her tongue-lashing for when they reached the hotel?
When the cab stopped at the curb, the bellboy opened the door. Rick paid their fare and held out his hand to help his companion out of the car, keeping her hand enclosed in his.
In the elevator, he hesitated before punching the button to her floor and captured her gaze. “How about an after-dinner drink and more tango?”
“Where?”
“Maybe in my room, if you don’t mind.”
Holding his gaze, she bit her lip, blinked, seemed to think, and then smiled. “Okay.”
His heart swelled with joy as he smiled back and stabbed the button for the ninth floor. “Great.”
What an amazing woman so transparent and honest! He promised himself he would do everything to make her happy.
On the way to his room, he called room service and ordered two Buenos Aires Zombies.
“What’s that?” Madison asked when they stepped into his room, and he switched on the lights.
“A cocktail created by a local bartender. Something typical of this city. You’ll see,” he added with a smile. Unpacking hislaptop, he set it on the cherry wood desk, switched it on, and entered the link provided by Carlos. “We’ll have our drinks first. Have a seat.”
She flopped into the armchair in front of the desk, and he occupied the other.
