As the song ended, Hasiba pulled me over so that I was pressed up tight against her. I stifled a gasp. She picked up my right hand, clasping it in her left, and snaked her right arm around my waist. When the next song kicked in, I quickly discovered her intentions were for us to dance, and that I was to lead.
I also found that being pressed up against Hasiba was not a bad place to be, and that helped to cement my decision to stay with my current au pair assignment. Even though my charge was a lovely twenty-year old woman—a woman who smelled faintly of bergamot and who’s hot breath tickled my neck as we twirled together.
“Fortunately for you, Hilary Baxter,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to my ear. “I know people.”
I inhaled deeply of her scent and let my fingers get tangled
