For His Pleasure

JASSIM AL KAZIM SCANNED the dance floor with a bemused expression on his face. Ever since his accident, nothing interested him any longer. He was in the process of dismissing the waitress who wouldn't stop pestering him with unnecessary attention when he felt it. An awareness so strong, he could taste it . A shiver ran up his spine like little mice making a tiny nest in the fine hairs on the back of his neck. At first he couldn't be sure where such reaction was coming from. The dance floor was filled with gyrating bodies of over-s*xed teens. Only as he stood up, his six foot self towering above the crowd did he see her. It wasn't the fact that she was dancing that stopped him dead on his track. Well that's if you regard what she was doing as just dancing. It was mesmerizing, she owned the dance floor. Moving sensuously almost like butter. twirling around to the beat of the song. She danced like she was making love. slow, leisurely and then picking the pace once the song changed tunes. It was stimulating to watch. Almost like they were all the students and she the teacher. He wanted her. Now! right here! didn't matter to him as long as he had her. 'Pedro, Who is that woman on the dance floor'? Pedro didn't need to ask whom his Patron was referring to as there was only one woman who could capture his attention. ' That's Izzy, Isabella Santos. She is the daughter of the owner of this night club. 'Didnt Know Manual Santos had any children. ' Just Izzy, and he keeps her out of the public eyes. She's not always around. Only when she is, she entertains the crowd with her dancing skills. ' Why is She not always around '? ' She has her dancing school where she gives dance lessons'. Oh. Well let me introduce myself then. As if she sensed his presence, she turned her head and her vivid green eyes met his for the first time. Isabella watched as the tall stranger walked purposefully towards her, people simply gave way for him until he stood right in front of her. He arrogantly studied her as if she was a specimen he couldn't place. A deeper frown lodged between his level dark brows. 'Hello Isabella.' Izzy tried disguising the tremor that ran from her head to toes with the sound of his voice. 'Hello.' Do i know you? 'No you don't.' I am Jassim AL KAZIM. but you can call me Jass. I am a friend of your father. 'Nice to meet you Jass'. What can I do for you'?. ' Well I wondered if you could teach me one or two dance steps. heard you are a dancer. 'Really, Is that what you want? to learn how to dance?. ' Not really, but we can start there'. Izzy didn't know what to think. She knew guys like this, guys who never took "NO" for an answer until they got what they wanted. ' I am so sorry, but am not interested in any kind of friendship right now'. Jassim couldn't quite mask his shock. He gritted his teeth against the violet surge that seemed to be tearing him apart and had to use all his self -control to prevent himself from taking her in his arms and kissing her lovely mouth until she retracted her words. He couldn't lose her. He wouldn't let her go! Where this strong overwhelming desire came from he had no idea. Pulling a sharp breath through his nostrils, he closed his eyes briefly before letting them dwell on her face once more. Beautiful. There was an exotic touch about her alabaster skin, the rich red mane of hair, lush mouth and slender formed body clothed in tight jean and leather jacket. Jassim didn't know the word NO and Isabella Santos had just thrown the gauntlet down and he was honour bound to pick it up. A vague uneasiness swept through Izzy as she watched Jass walk away. Her heart was panting as if she had run a thousand miles without stopping. What the Hell was that, she chided herself. For a minute she forgot everything, herself, her surroundings and all she could rhink of was what it would feel like to have that mouth on hers. on her lips, her ni*ples and her s*x. gripping that lush dark head as he rode her viciously. Izzy felt herself growing wet, her ni*ples harden as she daydreamed. She had to shake the thought away when she heard her name. Jassim bade his grandfather Mustafi Al Kazim goodnight impatient to end the evening that had dragged slowly since he met the delectable Isabella Santos. The bodyguards had all retired hours ago and Kaira wa doing some clearing up in the kitchen. Curtly dismissing Pedro for the night, Jassim turned off the lights and headed for his library. Normally by now, the quiet sanctuary of the book-lined room would offer him peace and solace. however tonight, he knew he wouldn't be able to relax. Carrying the full bottle of irish whiskey, he didn't bother with a glass, as he paced the room, his stride edgy, anger making his shoulders rigid. She had said she wasn't interested.Just like that. If she thought that was the end of things then she was sorely mistaken. impatiently taking a huge gulp of whiskey that burned his throat almost like her words burned, he ruffled through his drawers until he found the number he wanted. Sitting on the plush swivel chair, he reached for the phone, his shoulders relaxing, eyes darkening and narrowing as he put his plans into motion.