Without another thought, I grabbed poor Noah by his silk tie and yanked him forward. "Let's dance, future head of something very important," I purred with venom-laced sweetness.
He blinked. Stumbled. Flushed red.
But I dragged him anyway—right into the center of the dance floor, all eyes watching as I placed my hands just right, tilted my chin, and gave Kael the most poisonous smile I could conjure.
Your move, Roman.
Noah was flustered. That much was obvious.
His hands hovered awkwardly over my waist, unsure if he should touch me like a man or worship me like a goddess. The poor soul chose both, so one hand stayed stiff at my side, the other trembled ever so slightly on my lower back.
I guided us gently, letting the rhythm do the work while he just… tried his best.
And me? Oh, I was the picture of elegance and chaos wrapped in satin and sin.
