Billionaire At Sea

10

Mia

Kendall had an amazing voice and after Ridley and I finished our second round of drinks, she talked me into hitting the dance floor.

“Come with us!” Ridley said loudly to both Damian and Michael.

“Sorry, I’m not much of a dancer,” said Damian, who I noticed was still milking his second rum and Coke.

“Nor am I. Plus, I really have to get going soon,” hollered Michael.

“You do? I’ll contact my driver,” said Damian, pulling out his cell phone. Frowning, he stood up. “I’ll be right back. I need to find a quieter place.”

“Michael, you’re such a party-pooper,” exclaimed Ridley, swaying her hips to the music.

“Some of us have to work,” he replied. “You two get out there and have some fun.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Ridley grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair.

Feeling a little tipsy from the alcohol, I steadied myself, and then turned to Michael to give him a hug. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“You too, love. Have fun tonight. You deserve it more than anyone,” he said.

“Thank you.” I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Say ‘hello’ to Alex for me.”

“I will.”

Ridley gave her brother a hug and then we headed downstairs to the dance floor, which was very crowded. She pulled me through the swarm of people until we were close to the stage and then we both started dancing.

“She’s awesome!” hollered Ridley, as we stared at Damian’s cousin on the stage. She was tall and beautiful, with long jet-black hair and dark eyes. “I hope we get to meet her afterward!”

“Me too!” I replied loudly, admiring her skin-tight purple leather outfit that reminded me of Catwoman. “What a great singer!”

Kendall’s voice was husky as she belted out the words to a song that I could almost relate to. It was a sexy ballad about leaving a man who’d done her wrong, and how she was putting her life back together. The song hit so close to home that it brought tears to my eyes. Then, before I could make a fool out of myself by crying, it ended and another one began. Fortunately, this time she sang something upbeat and fun. Ridley, who was clearly enjoying herself, grabbed my hand and we began dancing together, catching the attention of two guys. Noticing their interest, Ridley smirked and danced sexier, as usual enjoying the effect she had on men. Eventually, the two sidled up closer and began moving to the music, with us. Admittedly, I thought they were both good looking, so when one of them, wrapped his arms around my waist and began dancing with me, I didn’t exactly protest. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ridley do the same thing until her partner tried kissing her. She pushed him away and began dancing on her own again.

“What’s your name?” asked the guy I was with.

“Mia,” I replied, aware that his hands were almost touching my butt.

“I’m Luke,” he said, pulling me closer. “You’re a fantastic dancer.”

“Thanks,” I answered, smiling up at him goofily. I knew I was buzzed because when he ran his hand over my hips, I didn’t stop him.

“What’s up?” Luke said suddenly, looking over my shoulder.

“I’m going to have to cut in,” said a stern voice. I turned around and found Damian standing there.

I smiled. “Oh… hey! You changed your mind about dancing?”

“It appears that way,” he said, staring down Luke.

My dance partner let go of me. “So, is this your boyfriend?”

“If I was, you’d be in some serious trouble,” said Damian, grabbing my hand.

Confused, Luke mumbled something and walked away.

Damian relaxed and pulled me into his arms as a slow song began to play.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” I said, looking up at him.

“I don’t, but I’m supposed to be your date,” said Damian. “Not the guy who had his hands all over you a second ago.”

I blushed. “He didn’t.”

“The hell he didn’t,” said Damian, looking more amused than anything. “That guy was really pissing me off.”

I raised my eyebrow. “He was?”

“Yeah.” Damian looked over my head. “Speaking of assholes, John’s watching us.”

“I wish he’d just leave,” I muttered.

“Me, too. Something tells me he’s not giving up on you anytime soon.”

“f**k him.”

Damian smirked. “Such language.”

“He brings it out in me.”

“You know, I think we’d better remind him who you’re here with tonight,” he replied, pulling me so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Why did you lie to him?” I whispered, enjoying the way our bodies fit together.

“Remember how I thought we’d met before?”

“Yes.”

“I saw a picture of you on his desk a few months back,” he replied, his lips brushing against my neck, giving me goosebumps.

“You must have a very good memory,” I said breathlessly as he slowly kissed the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the way it felt. It had been so long since anyone had touched me, and even though it was for show, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Only when it comes to beauty,” he said in a husky voice.