So you're probably thinking omigosh Avery how cliché! Just as you're talking about having no one to dance with along comes a really hot guy who wants to dance with you. If that's what you're thinking well you're wrong. Real life is a funny thing you know…
"Would you care for a dance?" I lock eyes with an older gentleman who is reaching his hand out to me. He smiled kindly and I smiled back. Okay, so this isn't exactly what you had in mind. But it is a guy and he is asking you to dance, I thought. "I saw that you were standing by yourself and I thought to myself that no woman that beautiful should be all alone."
"Thank you. That is very nice of you to say."
"So Miss…?" He looked at me, waiting for an introduction.
"Miss Waldorf." I said with slight hesitation. I felt bad lying to this sweet old man but I couldn't exactly tell him who I am. For all I know he could be the dean of UCLA.
"Miss Waldorf." The older man's eyes light up and he takes another step towards me. "Would you like to dance with me?"
No. That's what I want to say. Because I loathe dancing, especially ballroom dancing. And two because my stomach is feeling kind of funny after all that food. Now that I'm thinking about it I probably shouldn't have eaten 5 of those mini-hamburgers. But I was raised to be polite and gray-haired gentleman asking me to dance at fancy balls are no exception.
"I would love to." I smile widely and curse Blake for leaving me to fend for myself. The man eagerly grabs my arm a little too hard for my liking and pulls me to the dance floor.
"So you know my name. I think it's fair of me to ask what your name is." I attempt to make conversation, while trying to sneak a peek at my feet to make sure I'm not stepping on his shoes.
"Alexander Moreno." He spins me around fast and I am no longer worried about myself screwing everything up. This man is doing a fine job of making a mess all by himself.
We don't say anything for a few moments and Mr. Moreno elbows a couple near us as he picks up speed just as the song starts to slow down. Does this man know anything about rhythm?
"What do you do for a living, Mr. Moreno?" I ask, hoping that by forcing him to communicate it will get him to slow his feet down.
He laughs hollowly and gives me a quick "Stocks." I wonder why he asked me to dance. It certainly wasn't to get to know me better.
"Ms. Waldorf." He says my name all breathy and slow. He steps hard on my toes and I hope that he hasn't left a mark. Jimmy Choo will be expecting them in near perfect condition tomorrow morning.
"Yes?" I ask calmly. My toe is throbbing but I try to not let any of my annoyance seep into my voice. Someone younger must have paid off the DJ because Pompeii by Bastille starts playing and everyone stops ballroom dancing and bumps their heads and sways to the beat. Mr. Moreno leans closer into me and hugs me halfheartedly as if we are back in middle school about to slow dance for the first time. It feels as if every eye in the room is on me and not for any reason that I would like. He puts his meaty palms around my waist and I try to focus extra hard on the words coming out of his mouth, but the cologne he poured on tonight is making it hard to breathe. He reminds me of a high school boy who just discovered AXE.
"Would do you say about getting out of here? I have the penthouse suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel."
"Excuse me?" I ask, thinking that there is no way in hell this man could be serious. He's hardly said two words to me and he has the gall to ask if I will go back to his hotel with him.
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Romance#37 ON CHICKLIT 3/9/15 Avery Winters still isn't over her college love, Dominic Brown. It may be over three years since she last saw him, but she still remembers it like it was yesterday. In an attempt to move on with her life, Avery decides to writ...
