MUSE
I was just putting on my jacket when he came in.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked incredulously.
I smiled up at him. I should have felt shy but I looked him in the eye. He really was incredibly handsome. Andrew should have warned me.
“That’s how it works”, I said, trying to keep it light. “I fly in, fly out.”
“Come and have a drink with us,” he said.
There was nothing light about his look. His dark gaze had followed me from the moment I’d appeared, stirring a primal feeling deep within me.
But I laughed, and said, “It’s against the belly dancer’s code.”
Where was Andrew? He was meant to make sure nothing like this happened.
Then he smiled, and although it was beautiful, it was the pleading in his eyes that weakened me.
“Just one drink,” he coaxed.
Somehow I had to get the power back here.
“Okay”, I said, and looked at him challengingly, “but then you have to dance for me.”
He didn’t laugh, but looked at me seriously and said, “Deal.”