When I walked down the stairs I had a view of the party and easily and instantly spotted Denrique. He wasn’t with Allande, a good thing. But when I realized whom he was talking to, it was a very bad thing.
She was gorgeous up close and she was looking up to him with wide admiring eyes. Both of them were deeply engaged in their conversation. However, I did not feel bad about interrupting. Not one jot of bad.
“Hey lovey,” I said putting my arm through his and looking up to meet his glance.
Denrique looked disoriented a moment. Surprised. Like he had forgotten who I was. But then he quickly recovered.
“Where are my manners? Baby, this is Shakila. She is the main back-up dancer for Diamond Platnumz”
I glanced at the flamenco dancer artist that had shared the stage with Denrique earlier an
