Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“That’s the worst and best thing about clubs. The crowds. Without them there’s no atmosphere, with them you must put up with elbows in your ribs.”
“Yes, exactly.” She glances at the VIP dance floor. “But it’s amazing being up here. You get all of the atmosphere and none of the elbows or the showers of sweat.”
“So, you like dancing…”
She swivels her head around. “Of course. Don’t you?”
I shake my head. “I’m not much of a dancer.”
“That’s a shame.”
We sip our drinks and chat. She tells me about some of the crazy shit her friends have done on nights out and I find myself regarding her with real curiosity, wondering about her life before I found her.
Eventually, Amelia excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and I watch her walk away, her hips swaying, her ass perfect in her dress. I notice the curves of her hips and I imagine myself running my hands all over her body. I want to touch her everywhere, taste her. I look away as she disappears through the door. God, she’s gotten so far into my head so quickly. It’s not just about the way she looks either. I’m really enjoying spending time with her.
Amelia comes back from the bathroom, her face flushed with excitement.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims as she sits back down. “You should see those bathrooms. They’re completely done up in glossy black marble and shiny chrome.”
“I have. I approved their designs.”
“I appreciate having doors that actually lock, soft toilet paper in each stall and thick hand towels, but the best part is what it doesn’t have: an inch of liquid on the floor that you just pray is only water as you wade through it.” She grins infectiously. “Heck, there’s even free hand cream and perfume... I could really get used to this.”
“Welcome to the VIP life,” I murmur, staring at her. The women I date inevitably try to impress me with their sophistication or attempt to project a blasé attitude towards wealth as if they have seen it all. Not her. She just blurts it all out.
She holds out her glass and I refill it.
“To how the other side lives,” she announces, then takes a drink, which somehow goes the wrong way and causes her to choke and splutter. “I guess you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but apparently, you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl,” she mumbles, embarrassed.
The change in her is instant and remarkable. Suddenly, she looks like a scolded kid. Miserably, she dabs at her red face with a napkin.
“Relax. It’s ok,” I say gently.
She puts the balled-up napkin on the table and bends her head with shame. “Thanks for being so kind to me. I’m afraid I just keep making a terrible fool of myself.”
Her sense of disgrace is so disproportionate to her ‘crime’ that it startles me. My instinctive reaction is to want to hold and protect her, but obviously I don’t. “It’s not the end of the world, Amelia. Look, what can I say to make it better?”
She lifts her head slowly. “There is something you can say.”
“What is it?”
She grins suddenly. “Say you’ll dance with me. Please. This is my favorite song and it’s nearly half gone.” She reaches forwards and grabs my hand. “I love this song,” she urges. “Come on. Please. Dance with me, Viktor.”
I’m too surprised by the trap she set to react properly. Dancing isn’t really my scene, but I’m intrigued and more than a little seduced by her, and it’s also a shock to realize how much I want to be with her, so I allow her to pull me to my feet and let her lead me out onto the empty dance floor.
“Loosen up, Viktor,” she orders. “Dancing is meant to be fun. You look like you’re being punished.”
I move my hips a little and she nods approvingly. “Better.”
She throws her head back and closes her eyes, her arms in the air. Her lips mouth the words as she sways and twirls. She looks amazing, and it takes everything I have not to pull her into my arms and kiss that swollen mouth.
Suddenly the song ends, and Amelia opens her eyes and looks at me. Her blue gaze hits me like a punch in the solar plexus.
“One more song,” she begs and steps closer to me.
“You need to loosen up those hips, though,” she teases with a grin.
Laughing, she puts her hands on my hips and moves them, pushing my hips from side to side. I try to appear unaffected and detached, but her touch is setting me on fire, sending shock waves of desire through me. The sensation is so intense it feels like I’m a horny teenager once more.
She looks up at me again and I see she’s no longer laughing. She’s staring up at me, her eyes darkening with desire. Her mouth parts as if in slow motion. As I watch tantalized, the little minx runs her tongue over her trembling lower lip.