The
hypnotic music of George Benson filled the smoky room, weaving
its unique magic. For the first time in a long while, Noel felt
totally relaxed. Tonight he would go with the flow, let his
defenses down and see what happened. He'd perused the phone
book, found this tiny rhythm-and-blues club in nearby Tacoma,
where he would be just another face in the weekend crowd.
Surreptitiously, he glanced at the tiny dance floor where a
handful of couples swayed. His fingers drummed a beat against
the table while his feet tapped out a melody. Soon George's
tune faded, and Natalie Cole's sultry voice warmed him. He was
in seventh heaven. "Unforgettable" was an all-time
favorite.
"Let's dance," he said, pushing his chair back and
taking Eden's hand.
Eden's eyes sparkled as she silently acquiesced. He could tell
by the subtle dip and sway of her shoulders she would be a good
dancer. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he maneuvered
her through the crowd.
While Eden hadn't exactly accommodated his request for a little
black dress, the red mini she'd chosen made his pulse quicken.
The slinky number had a generous scoop neck and was almost backless.
It sent a provocative message. Somehow he had the distinct feeling
she'd chosen it deliberately, knowing it would drive him crazy.
. . .The tempo picked
up and Noel loosened his hold on Eden. As he twirled her around,
he got an eyeful of shapely legs. He inhaled audibly when
her dress hiked up even further giving him a glimpse of golden
thighs. What he wouldn't give to have those legs wrapped around
his waist. The thought made him miss a step and caused her
to stumble.
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