Chapter 3 ~ Alexander #3
Isabllea's nose circles the shell of my ear, her breath tickling the hair by my neck as she whispers, “If you prefer, you may continue this performance and force me to eat. Your rules were firmly outlined, and I will play my part. But if you continue to force me to eat, I’m afraid this lovely meal your mother chose will end up back in your lap, forcing you to change for the evening and embarrassing us both.”
She withdraws from me and smiles politely, righting herself in her chair, reaching once again for her glass to take a large sip of water.
Her words should have made my dick deflate, but instead, it only grew harder. Her defiance only added to my need to dominate her.
Fuck, She’s hot when she’s trying to put me in my place.
She shifts farther away from me when I laugh out loud. Removing my hand from the back of her chair, cut my steak and begin to eat my meal. I’ll leave her be for now.
The night is still young little bunny.
Halfway through our dinner, she excuses herself to use the washroom. Isabella doesn't bother to wait for me to slide her out for her, she just pushes her chair back suddenly and gets up and heads around the table and Anna immediately gets up to follow behind her.
The longer Isabella is in the restroom, the more irritated I become. She's been gone for more than a half hour, and the meal is coming to a close. I take a glance at her plate, and she still hasn't eaten anything.
Carlos comes up and whispers in my ear, his words causing me to scan the room. Tossing the remains of my wine back, I swallow and look for my father. He whispers in my mother’s ear, and she nods and pats his arm as he stands up and heads for the double doors leading out to the hall.
The tables are being cleared of the meals and the bar is now open. Everyone is mingling, waiting in line for drinks and people are joining other tables to talk more business, and the music begins to play.
The announcer booms over the speakers, “The opening waltz goes to the happy couple. Congratulazioni!”
Isabella and Anna come through the doors, and I lock eyes with Isabella as they stop just at the edge of the dance floor. Isabella straightened her shoulders, her face almost ashen as I make my way across the room straight for her.
Wedding Waltz by Eleni Karaindrou echoes around the room.
I bet my mother picked this one out, but in one way, it is perfect. My smile widens the closer I get to her.
She has been cold and distant since I first saw her, but in my arms, right now, tonight. I’m going to do my best to melt some of that ice she’s covered herself in.
The room begins to clap with the beat, and Anna reaches out to take Isabella’s clutch out of her hands.
I reach for her hand and spin her into my arms, her back to my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.
I lean down and kiss her cheek softly, swaying her back and forth as the lights dim, casting us in a warm glow.
I run my nose up the side of her cheek to her ear as I hold her hands clasped in mine to her soft belly, squeezing her tightly to me. She blushes for the first time this evening, and I spin her out, pulling her back in and taking her into the waltz position, drawing her close.
Her face is a touch of pink, and I step back and to the side with her, leading her across the floor. She follows as smoothly as I knew she would be in my arms. With every turn, she holds my shoulder a little tighter, her lily perfume fuelling my desire for her.
The heat from her body seeps into my palm at her lower back, and with each turn on the floor, I grip her a little tighter.
I let the music sweep over us as I dipped her slightly and bring her up on the upswing to cup the back of her head, drawing her face close to mine, stopping the dance to kiss her pink cheek.
I spin her out and draw her back quickly, taking her in my arms to slide with her around the dance floor.
She looks at me, her eyes intense with uncertainty.
I hold her close on a turn, knowing she can feel my thoughts against her stomach, but she never falters in her steps, as she glides in my arms, never flickering from looking into my eyes.
Other couples join us, but there is nothing but us as we move seamlessly together.
The song comes to an end, and I hold her close for a few minutes. She’s flushed as she licks her lips. I follow the sweep of her tongue and fight the urge to bring her back into my arms and taste her lips once more.
I step back and tug on the bottom of my suit, making sure I cover my raging hard-on from the crowd. I give her a little bow.
“Thank you for the dance, Isabella.” I bring her trembling hand to my lips, placing a soft kiss on top, letting it go. “But unfortunately, I have other business tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I turn and guide her off the dance floor, handing her over to a stunned Anna, and head out past her to the main door, heading to the conference room down the hall. I don’t want to leave her, but business is always first.