“Are you
going to make me beg, Matthew? You know I want it. You know how bad I need it.”
“What’s in
it for me?”
“What do
you want? I can be naughty. I can be downright dirty.” She gave a little twist
to her hips, the black-sequined fringe that made up her skirt flared, giving me
a peek at nylon-covered thighs.
I pushed
the button, starting up the meringue music.
Her eyes
lit up as she began to stalk towards me in time to the beat. She licked her
lips again, and I knew I was just feeding her addiction. But I also fed mine.
I held out
my hand to begin the dance.