~ 6 ~ #2
The next time I looked up, Rona was sitting at the next table over, openly gazing at me. She seemed more self-assured and relaxed than I’d seen her before. She looked down and away, and then back at me, followed by the sexiest smile, ending with her biting her lip again.
I swallowed, feeling my pulse quicken.
The space between us felt thick with something, kind of silly but also something real. Like this wasn’t far off what either of us would want to happen in normal circumstances.
She got up.
I felt her move towards me, what was that?
“Hi,” she said, sitting on the edge of the table next to me, her voice lower still.
“Hi,” I mirrored, trying to keep my voice even but I think it came out like a badly delivered line in a low budget web series.
“Do you think people have auras?”
“Um, yes. I think they do. Why do you ask?”
“Because yours is the most powerful and magnetic one I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help but come over here to see you up closer and now that I am here, I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Did you know that?”
I felt a heat spread across my chest, neck and face. Rona was so hot like this.
Rona moved a little closer. “I think you might be very powerful, and I like that in a woman. Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, of course.”
She got closer still, brushing her leg against mine. “Would you like to dance with me?”
For some reason, I was not expecting that. I thought she might try to talk more, maybe drop a few more cheesy pick-up lines. This felt way better than that and instantly upped the stakes. Would she try to kiss me? The thought alone sent a wave of excitement coursing through my body.
“Yes.”
Rona headed off towards the dancefloor.
I followed dutifully behind, checking out her ass and biting my bottom lip to remind myself to keep this clean. I had to let Rona lead here.
Since we were talking about auras, Rona danced like a superstar.
It was like she glowed from within. She had that certain je ne sais quoi, that is reserved for those people who have something special to offer the world.
The way she moved with the music – free and controlled, sexy and intentional – the way she carried herself, it demanded attention and admiration, both of which I wanted to give her in spades. Perhaps I was staring.
We moved to the beat along with the people around us. The music felt louder over here. I felt the heavy house beats reverberate through my body, or maybe it was coming up through the floor. Whatever it was, I liked it.
She leaned in and spoke towards my left ear. “I like the way you look at me.” She pulled away, smiling seductively.
Rona was killing this pick-up routine, and we hadn’t even touched yet. If she wanted my number, I’d give her it in seconds.
She came in closer, right in front of me, as if she wanted to dance with me directly. We locked eyes. It was like there was no one else in the club, just us.
“Will you lead?” Rona asked, seductively.
I nodded, putting my hands on her waist, and drawing her in closer. “Will you follow?”
She nodded, knitting her eyebrows closer together.
This didn’t feel anything like a role-play anymore.
Rona wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we moved together, as one. Holding her felt like two jigsaw pieces slotting together. There was a quiet satisfaction in knowing you’d found the exact fit for your piece. Rona felt like that for me. It was the only way to explain it.
I wouldn’t say we were dry humping but a few inches closer and we could have been. My heart pounded. She smelled of coconut. Her lips were so close I could feel her breath on my neck, caressing my skin.
At the end of the song, she pulled back. I missed her already. “Thank you for the, um, dance,” Rona said. “I have to go now but can I get your number? I’d like to see you again.”
Still dancing but more swaying on the spot now, I considered what to do here.
Her question wasn’t a real question; this was a role-play challenge, and it was over now.
Plus, we already had each other’s numbers from the WhatsApp group, and we followed each other on Instagram.
It was my duty to end the game sincerely.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt a bit more though.
“I’d love to see you again. Would you like the address of where I’m staying?
I’d be happy to show you my bedroom and talk more about our auras. ”
She smiled, more like herself again, as if this had all been a big act, although we both knew it wasn’t. “Gotcha.”
If only she knew.
I smiled back and held my palms up as if she’d caught me red-handed. “One hundred percent.”
“That was fun,” Rona said, sincerely. “Let’s move somewhere quieter.” She laced her fingers in mine and gently pulled me in the direction of the bar through the crowd of people. That was unexpected. The intimacy of the touch sent my brain into overdrive.
When she let go, I had that same pang of loneliness when our role-play ended.
“So, how’d I do? Any pointers?”
The tequila started to catch up with me. My head felt woozy, or maybe it was from being here with Rona and having this feeling that we were perfect for each other. “A plus. You were amazing. I don’t think you need to practice on anyone else, and you should count it towards our game.”
The big smile that she gave me made my heart feel happy. I tried to take a mental picture of it, but my drunken brain was struggling.
“I think two challenges completed in one night is pretty good. I’m drunk and I hit on a woman. Whoop! Whoop! I’ll sleep easier tonight knowing I’ve still got it. Thank you and goodnight,” Rona announced.
“It is. You do,” was all I could say, for fear of making a move on her for real, still kind of in the moment. God, she was so cute. I didn’t want to broach that line just yet. Something about it didn’t feel like the right time.
“Sorry. My phone’s vibrating in here,” Rona slid her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone. “It’s Nell. She’s on her way back. She wants to know if we want to get a taxi back to the villa yet.”
I checked my watch, not really looking at the time. “Yeah. It’s late.”
“Great. I’ll let her know.”
Rona typed away on her phone. It felt like the moment was well and truly over, at least for now.