Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) by Elle Devrou Page B

went to inspect the contents of
my closet. I swallowed nervously. "Um. This room is smaller than the
master bedroom, but the closet is bigger for some reason." What the
hell is he looking for?
          "Are these
all nightgowns?" he asked as he sifted through the corner that held all of
my precious gems.
          "I don't
really go out much," I explained. "Getting through the day is a lot
more fun when I'm wearing something nice." When he silently continued
looking through them, I suddenly found myself feeling very defensive.
"They're my one true loves. And they're comfortable."
          He glanced back
at me. "Are you going to change into one, then?"
          If we were ever
going to go anywhere, he was going to find out about my extremely feminine
tastes at some point. Might as well get it over with. "Yes."
          Ethan moved
past me to sit on the bed. Crossing one leg over the other and leaning back
onto his hands, he spoke casually, "Go on, then."
          "...Wouldn't you like to order some food now?"
          "Do you
really want me to?" He looked at me carefully, waiting.
          Ah, I see .
He was testing the limits. Trying to see how far he could go before I started
freaking out.
          I decided to
play along. It helped, of course, that - short as I might've been - I was aware
of the fact that I had been blessed with a well-proportioned figure. How many
times had I relied on my own body as a model for my work? I was comfortable in
my own skin. But that didn't mean I was comfortable with others seeing
my body. So it wasn't without an extreme case of nerves that I tried to look
unconcerned.
          I shrugged,
aiming for nonchalance, and pulled my gray sweater off in one swift motion
before dropping it to the floor. Next, I undid the top few buttons of my dress
and, ignoring the low gasp from my bed, slid the straps over my shoulders. The
dress fell quickly down my form and I was left in only my shoes, my underwear,
and my stockings.
          Ethan was
standing not even a full second later.
          "Alright." His voice was tight, his face tense. "What
kind of food?"
          "Surprise
me," I grinned.
          "Anything
you can't eat?"
          I had to take a
moment to think. Leaning down, I began to take off my shoes. "Well, I
prefer chicken to all other meats. I don't really eat seafood. I don't like
licorice. Or Dots or Tootsie Rolls or Pop-Tarts...just so you know," I
finished.
          When I
straightened back up he was right in front of me. Now that I had lost the
shoes, I was suddenly reminded of the severity in our height difference. He
stood over a foot taller than me. I was used to people towering over me, but
rarely were they ever this close.
          Gently, he took
hold of my ponytail and pulled my head back. "Now I know." Leaning
down, he kissed me. It was surprisingly soft. Out of habit, I tensed up a bit.
The whole kissing thing was something I still wasn't used to, but as soon as I
started to move my own lips around his, it began to feel very natural. His grip
on my hair tightened slightly, but it wasn't at all painful. I leaned in and
for the first time I could feel the hard contours of his body beneath his
three-piece suit. Unable to stop myself, I threw my arms around him in attempt
to bring him closer.
          He groaned,
presenting my ears with the most pleasing sound, before pulling back. "I
promised I wouldn't kidnap you, remember?"
          "Why would
you ever even need to kidnap me?"
          He tore his
eyes away from mine and looked towards the bed. "We'll need a bigger space
for what I plan to do with you if you keep tempting me."
          I knew where he
was going with it, but hearing him say it out loud still made me blush.
          "Put some
clothes on," he ordered. "I'll get the food."
          Half an hour
later, we sat at the small dining table eating dinner.
          There is a
man who is not Dale sitting