The Billionaire's Dance(3)

"You're so unbelievably stunning. We can leave this dance now and head  up to my suite," he offered with the confidence of a man used to being  told yes.

She laughed nervously before replying, "I don't think so."

He rubbed his hand from the center of her back, dangerously low, then  back up again, causing a rush of heat to flash through the center of her  body. He was challenging her to take a chance, from the brush of his  hands, to the look in his eyes. She was surprised by how badly she  wanted to take him up on the offer. If nothing else, she was enjoying  the sexual play.

"I think we should end this dance now," she stated a bit breathlessly.  She didn't know how much more she could take before caving in to him.

"But our song hasn't ended yet," he said as he pushed the small of her  back, bringing her hips into contact with his obvious arousal. He then  brought his head down to the exposed skin of her neck, running kisses,  along with some gentle nips, across her pounding pulse.         

     



 

If he hadn't been holding her so closely, her knees would've buckled,  melting her into a pool at his feet. He moved his mouth over her ear and  whispered, "When you're lying beneath me, I'll have you trembling as my  hands and mouth turn your body into liquid fire. You'll be calling out  my name, begging me to finish this."

Jessica gasped, as his words made her tremble uncontrollably. She'd  never been seduced like this before, let alone in a crowded room. If  they'd been alone, she would've let him take her right then and there,  giving up on her vow of waiting until marriage. She tried to gather her  wits about her.

"Have you been told before how arrogant you are?" she tried to make her  voice stern but was bellied by the fact that it was choked with arousal.

"No, just how good I am," Alex answered, with that same arrogance.

The comment was able to bring her a little closer to reality. "You need  to stop this. People are beginning to stare at us," she whispered  self-consciously.

"Let them stare. They're only wishing they could trade places with me,"  he said, while running his lips back up her neck and across her cheek,  to the corner of her mouth, where he flicked his tongue out along her  bottom lip.

She allowed herself to run her fingers through his hair, neck and  finally shoulder, before she took a step back. "Thank you for the dance  Mr. Anderson," she said politely, as if they hadn't almost been making  love on the dance floor in front of a crowd.

"The pleasure was all mine Jessica and after what we just shared don't  you think it's a little formal to be calling me by my last name," he  said with mockery.

"Mr. Anderson," she emphasized, "there are plenty of women here who  would be more than willing to play a game or two with you tonight. I'm  not one of them." She turned and walked away, though it took all of her  will-power not to glance back around to drink him in one last time.

Alex stood there, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked away. Damn  she was hot and he wouldn't mind a night with her. Her body had  responded eagerly to his touches and he knew she was just as bothered as  him. He wasn't done with Jessica Sanders; she just didn't realize yet  when he decided he wanted something, he always got it. Her denial was  like a red flag to a bull. By the end of the evening she would be in his  bed. He needed a drink right then though, or the entire room would know  how badly he wanted her.

Jessica ordered a martini and guzzled it down, trying desperately to  calm her nerves. The man should have a danger sign attached to him. Her  legs were still weak with arousal and her breathing still hadn't  normalized. She was getting out of there as soon as it was politely  acceptable.

She stepped out from the patio doors and was almost lifted up by the  strong wind. It was blowing so hard it actually took her breath away.  She stood there for a few minutes and watched as lightening slashed  across the sky.

She loved adverse weather. Her family thought she was crazy because as  everyone else was running for cover, she would grab a chair to watch the  show. She delighted in the smells, sights, sounds and excitement of a  great storm.

After a few minutes, the wind got even stronger and she decided she'd  better head in before she looked like she'd taken a ride in a tornado.  She stepped back through the doors, unaware Alex had watched both her  exit and return.

If she hadn't come in when she did, he would've gone out after her. When  she walked through the doors, he had eyes for her alone. She looked  more gorgeous than ever before. Some of her hair had escaped the tight  confines of her bun and her cheeks were flushed red. She looked as if  she'd just crawled out of his bed after a night of lovemaking.

He tried not to think about her or look for her but his gaze kept  seeking her out. He rejected several women, who made it more than clear  they'd be willing to warm his bed that night. He only wanted one woman  to do that and the rest of the women in the room paled in comparison to  her.

Jessica made small talk with several people, only half listening, for  the next couple of hours. Her head was starting to get fuzzy from the  number of drinks she was consuming. She normally only had one or two at  most. She didn't like to alter her reality but tonight was different and  she needed some liquid courage to make it through the evening.

Alex seemed to find her no matter where she was and their eyes connected  throughout the evening. She noticed many women trying to gain his  attention but he brushed them off, one after the other. Finally with  about a half hour to go, he took a woman out on the dance floor and then  stayed with her. Jessica was surprised by the slight jealousy she felt  as the other woman tossed her head back in laughter.         

     



 

Jessica tried to tell herself it was a good thing. She wasn't into one  night stands and Alex wasn't the type to enter into a long term  commitment. She wasn't looking for that anyway. Someday she would settle  down but it would be a battle to find someone who wanted her and not  what her father could give him.

She finally had enough and decided to head for her room. She headed  towards the elevators. It was time to sleep the night off and then get  out of the hotel and as far from Alex Anderson as she possibly could.

The doors on the elevator were just about to shut. She picked up her  pace and called, "please hold the doors." She was relieved to see a hand  stop them from shutting.

"Thank you," she said a bit breathlessly.

She slipped inside, looking towards the ground so she wouldn't trip on  her long dress. When the doors closed, she finally looked up, noticing  who the other occupant was.

She moved away from him quickly, into the furthest corner of the  elevator. The ride would only last a moment and then she'd be blessedly  alone in her room. He kept his eyes on her, making her start to feel  uncomfortably aware they were alone in a very small space.

She stared anywhere she could but at him, knowing that his eyes were  still focused on her. She figured she must be a mess; she'd consumed way  too much alcohol and the wind had blown her hair loose with several  strands refusing to cooperate, repeatedly falling across her face.

Just when she didn't think the silence could become any more awkward,  there was a flickering of the lights, followed by darkness. There was  nothing. No music coming through the speakers, no light whatsoever, not  even from the buttons.

Jessica could feel her heart pounding so hard she was sure the noise of it hitting her ribs could be heard by Alex.

"Jessica, are you alright?" he asked her. "You aren't claustrophobic, are you?"

She took a couple of deep breaths before she said, "I'm not afraid of  small places but I'm not a huge fan of the dark." She was trying to stay  brave but the seconds were ticking by and the pure blackness felt like  it was closing in on her.

She wouldn't panic. The lights would flash back on at any moment and the  elevator would continue going up, getting her out of the blackout. She  started counting in her head. She reached twenty when she felt Alex's  hand on her arm.

She jumped at his touch. She was trying so hard not to be frightened but the darkness was all consuming.

"Everything will be okay. This will all be over in a moment. Buildings  have contingency plans for when this kind of thing happens," he tried to  reassure her.

"I don't understand why there isn't any noise at all," she said as her voice shook.

"We're most likely around the fourth floor so there wouldn't be any  noise from the lobby," he reasoned. "I wonder what happened."

"I went out earlier in the evening and there was a pretty spectacular  storm outside. A power line most likely got knocked over," she said.  Talking to him was making a little of her fear subside and his touch on  her arm let her know she wasn't alone.

"I'm going to feel around for the phone and see if I can get someone on  the line. They need to know we're in here and I can find out what's  happening," he explained before releasing her arm. She had to fight  herself so she wouldn't reach out and grab him.