Nobody's by Rhea Wilde Page B

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    I had eaten more than I expected to because I was so nervous. By the time dinner ended, the dress constricted my body more than it had before.
    “It has been a lovely evening,” Thomas said as he stood up from the table. “Angel, if you would join me.”
    He offered his hand to me and I took it. Just as he was about to lead me away, Anthony interrupted him.
    “What? Are you leaving so soon?”
    “Anthony, Angel and I have some business to discuss. My schedule is full for the weekend and I’ll need her help to manage it all.”
    “But the night is still young, friend. I do believe Angel expressed an interest in dancing.”
    “Have you?” Thomas asked me as he looked at me.
    “No,” I said, turning my head to the ground out of embarrassment. “I-I was just watching them dance. I was curious, that’s all.”
    “Oh, come on, Thomas,” Anthony urged his friend. “You just spent half a billion dollars. If you can afford that then you can afford to waste a little time on the floor.”
    “Yeah, go on,” Alina encouraged me. “Just give it a try.”
    When I raised my head back up, Thomas was staring back at me with his bright green eyes. I didn’t know what to do or say. I was curious about dancing but I didn’t think it was part of our agreement.
    “Would you like to dance, Angel?” he whispered to me.
    “My body is yours to do with, Mr. Livingston,” I whispered back.
    He stared at me for a few seconds before sharply nodding his head. He then turned and led me onto the edge of the dance floor. Even though it was just a few feet away, I suddenly felt completely different. The slick wood underneath my heels felt slippery and I had to do my best not to fall over. It felt like the entire room was watching me.
    “Do you know how to waltz, Angel?”
    “No.”
    “It’s simple. Just follow my lead. Start with your right foot and alternate between the two. That’s it.”
    He placed one hand upon my back. Then he took one of my hands in his other hand.
    “Just relax,” he whispered. “I’ll guide you through it.”
    He pushed forward and I moved my left foot back. He responded by stepping lightly on my foot. I jerked my foot back and he started to chuckle.
    “Your other right foot.”
    I tried to regain my composure again as I took the position. With one foot alternating and the next, I did my best not to look foolish. Thomas carried me and whisked me around the ballroom floor. As he did so, I started to become more and more familiar with the steps. He didn’t do anything fancy and I knew that I didn’t look like everybody else who was dancing. But I quickly grew accustomed to his moves and I found myself no longer focusing on trying to guess where next he was going to turn me.
    “Very good, Angel,” he said. “You follow very well.”
    “You lead very well, Mr. Livingston.”
    I locked my eyes upon him. His body pressed up closer to me. Through his tuxedo, I could feel the rigidness of his muscles against me. I found something inside of me making it more difficult for me to breathe.
    All of this was causing me to lose my focus on dancing and turn my attention to him. He was so handsome and the way he danced made him even more charming. Physically, I couldn’t ask for anything more and to have him so close to me felt like a prelude of things to come. The way he wrapped his arm around me and led me around the dance floor was like some kind of elegant foreplay. I found myself trying not to let my desire cause me to lose focus.
    This was what it was like. He held me in his arms and we danced without a care in the world. I remember just moments ago what it was like watching everybody dance. Now I was with Thomas and we had our own little cloud to glide around the sky with. The eyes that were upon me disappeared. The lights dimmed. We were alone. All I could see was the green in the darkness staring back at me. I was his.
    He started to slow down before he finally came to a stop at