10-10-2016, 10:39 PM
The girl was quick to loose herself in the moment, another sure sign of how inexperienced in such things she was. Inhibitions burned away to the music and his touch, and while he would clearly not cross any lines, considering he was on the clock and she was drunk, no one else needed to know that. Besides, if someone were to make a move on his contract holder, they would likely try it when he was distracted. Which, of course, he was not. Not entirely.
He waited until she was distracted between the girl she had bumped, and her search for the bar; likely needing another bottle of water, considering how much energy she was putting into the activity, and in that moment leaned in close to speak into her ear, much more easily heard then her attempts to yell over the music. "White."
The song ended; or more accurately transitioned to a second and a third, subtle changes in the beat and tempo and little else to mark the end of one track and the beginning of the next. As her confidence grew, so too did the boldness of his own wandering hands, less so to goad her on and more to simply encourage her movements. The dress hugged her curves tightly, and left just enough to the imagination to be captivating, especially the way the exotic light show played off the shine of the fabric.
He read the crowd as the time passed, watching for Miss Talanov and her surroundings, studying that nothing had caught the attention of the other handful of body guards, as useless as they were, and of course amusing himself with the angry glances Danika drew from other party goers, jealous over her apparent catch of the evening.
He waited until she was distracted between the girl she had bumped, and her search for the bar; likely needing another bottle of water, considering how much energy she was putting into the activity, and in that moment leaned in close to speak into her ear, much more easily heard then her attempts to yell over the music. "White."
The song ended; or more accurately transitioned to a second and a third, subtle changes in the beat and tempo and little else to mark the end of one track and the beginning of the next. As her confidence grew, so too did the boldness of his own wandering hands, less so to goad her on and more to simply encourage her movements. The dress hugged her curves tightly, and left just enough to the imagination to be captivating, especially the way the exotic light show played off the shine of the fabric.
He read the crowd as the time passed, watching for Miss Talanov and her surroundings, studying that nothing had caught the attention of the other handful of body guards, as useless as they were, and of course amusing himself with the angry glances Danika drew from other party goers, jealous over her apparent catch of the evening.