look important. He then asked Paulo a question.
“He wants to know who you are,” Paulo told Mary. “What should I say? Maybe I should tell him that you are a tourist who is stuck in Corazon for a few weeks, but I don’t think that sounds very friendly. If I tell him that you are my house guest that sounds a little formal, don’t you think? Perhaps I should say that I won you in a poker game and I am now keeping you as my hostage in the hills, but if I say that he’ll ask me why you are walking around as free as a bird at the fiesta.”
Mary could see that he was teasing her. However, she didn’t think that anyone could understand what they were saying, so she replied, “Maybe you should tell him that I am going to be your lover and that you can’t wait to get me home to seduce me.”
He gave her a sly smile. “Maybe he’s a little too young for such an explanation.” Paulo mumbled something to the boy and set him down.
Mary was excited that he didn’t disagree with her. She was now more certain than ever that they both wanted exactly the same thing. Maybe they should think about leaving the fiesta and heading back to his hacienda.
“We should dance,” he said. He took her hand and led her towards the crowd of people waltzing in front of the stage on which the band was playing.
Instead of the flaying of arms and wiggling of legs that Mary’s other boyfriends had called dancing, Paulo held her up against him and steered her gracefully around the other couples. It took a while for her to fall into line with his movements, but once she began to relax, they started to flow as a pair. However, the music soon ended and they came to a halt.
“Do you know how to dance the tango?” he asked.
“More or less.” She had seen it on TV dozens of times though she had never actually done it.
“Don’t worry. We dance a slight variation of the tango here. It might not be the same style that you are used to, but I’m sure that together, we’ll be able to do it.” Paulo put his arm around her waist and called out something to the band. One of the people on the stage, an old man holding a guitar, laughed and shouted something back, and then the whole group of musicians began playing a song with a strong, heavy beat. At the sound of the music, dozens of local men grabbed their partners and began dancing with them.
Paulo took Mary’s hand and this time he thrust her up against his chest and began to take powerful strides across the dance floor. When he reached the edge, he placed his hand at the very base of her spine and threw her back so far that for a moment she thought she was going to fall backwards. He leaned over her. Mary held her breath as his lips came within millimetres of her own. She closed her eyes and waited, but instead of kissing her, he lifted her back up and swung her round. With his leg placed firmly between her own, he gyrated his hips slowly against hers in deep circular movements, before leading her back across the front of the stage. By the time the tango finished, Mary was flushed and out of breath. The dance had been more intense and provocative than his kissing, if that could be possible. In fact, her one dance with him was better than most of the sex that she had experienced in her life.
“Would you like to sit down for a while?” he asked. Unlike Mary, Paulo looked perfectly composed. He was obviously more used to dancing sensual tangos than she was. He was also probably more used to the oppressive heat that bore down on the valley in which Corazon was located.
“Why don’t we get something to drink first?” she suggested.
“Excellent idea.” He walked over to the nearest bar, ordered two glasses of punch and placed one of them in her hand. Mary took a large swig. It tasted sweet and syrupy.
“Careful. It’s made with a very strong, local liqueur. Quite a few of my men appear to have had too much of it already.” Paulo was looking at a group of farmers who sat on a long
“He wants to know who you are,” Paulo told Mary. “What should I say? Maybe I should tell him that you are a tourist who is stuck in Corazon for a few weeks, but I don’t think that sounds very friendly. If I tell him that you are my house guest that sounds a little formal, don’t you think? Perhaps I should say that I won you in a poker game and I am now keeping you as my hostage in the hills, but if I say that he’ll ask me why you are walking around as free as a bird at the fiesta.”
Mary could see that he was teasing her. However, she didn’t think that anyone could understand what they were saying, so she replied, “Maybe you should tell him that I am going to be your lover and that you can’t wait to get me home to seduce me.”
He gave her a sly smile. “Maybe he’s a little too young for such an explanation.” Paulo mumbled something to the boy and set him down.
Mary was excited that he didn’t disagree with her. She was now more certain than ever that they both wanted exactly the same thing. Maybe they should think about leaving the fiesta and heading back to his hacienda.
“We should dance,” he said. He took her hand and led her towards the crowd of people waltzing in front of the stage on which the band was playing.
Instead of the flaying of arms and wiggling of legs that Mary’s other boyfriends had called dancing, Paulo held her up against him and steered her gracefully around the other couples. It took a while for her to fall into line with his movements, but once she began to relax, they started to flow as a pair. However, the music soon ended and they came to a halt.
“Do you know how to dance the tango?” he asked.
“More or less.” She had seen it on TV dozens of times though she had never actually done it.
“Don’t worry. We dance a slight variation of the tango here. It might not be the same style that you are used to, but I’m sure that together, we’ll be able to do it.” Paulo put his arm around her waist and called out something to the band. One of the people on the stage, an old man holding a guitar, laughed and shouted something back, and then the whole group of musicians began playing a song with a strong, heavy beat. At the sound of the music, dozens of local men grabbed their partners and began dancing with them.
Paulo took Mary’s hand and this time he thrust her up against his chest and began to take powerful strides across the dance floor. When he reached the edge, he placed his hand at the very base of her spine and threw her back so far that for a moment she thought she was going to fall backwards. He leaned over her. Mary held her breath as his lips came within millimetres of her own. She closed her eyes and waited, but instead of kissing her, he lifted her back up and swung her round. With his leg placed firmly between her own, he gyrated his hips slowly against hers in deep circular movements, before leading her back across the front of the stage. By the time the tango finished, Mary was flushed and out of breath. The dance had been more intense and provocative than his kissing, if that could be possible. In fact, her one dance with him was better than most of the sex that she had experienced in her life.
“Would you like to sit down for a while?” he asked. Unlike Mary, Paulo looked perfectly composed. He was obviously more used to dancing sensual tangos than she was. He was also probably more used to the oppressive heat that bore down on the valley in which Corazon was located.
“Why don’t we get something to drink first?” she suggested.
“Excellent idea.” He walked over to the nearest bar, ordered two glasses of punch and placed one of them in her hand. Mary took a large swig. It tasted sweet and syrupy.
“Careful. It’s made with a very strong, local liqueur. Quite a few of my men appear to have had too much of it already.” Paulo was looking at a group of farmers who sat on a long
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