his mate. He will thank me later,” Rokai said, nodding as he walked over to deposit Lo’San’s dishes on the conveyor taking all the dishes to the back of the galley to be washed. “Shall we see what they have to offer now,” he asked, looking toward the serving line and changing the subject.
“We already ate,” Rosie objected.
“Yes, but dancing is very physical. It’s like sex. It uses up all your energy. I find I need more food,” Rokai answered.
“Or we could go back to the dance club and see if Lo’San and Synclare spend any time together,” Rosie suggested.
Rokai looked down at Rosie. “You are right. We should go watch.” Rokai took her hand in his again and led her out of the commissary, on their way to see if Lo’San and Synclare would finally make their flirtation official.
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Lo’San threw open the double handled, glass doors that Vivian had installed in place of the standard hydraulic ones used in every other doorway on the ship, and stormed inside the dance club. His emotions had gotten the better of him on the way from the commissary and he was not at all happy at the thought of Sink Lar dancing with six other males.
Lo’San stood his ground, his sharp, gray eyes taking in everyone he gazed upon until he finally found her. She was standing at the bar, speaking to the bartender. As he started toward her, he realized he was supposed to be watching over Vivian as well, and searched for her. Finding her dancing and laughing with Ba Re’s mate, he relaxed marginally, and continued toward Sink Lar. He could see her throwing her head back and laughing. He could hear the melodic sound filling his heart and making his body react in ways he’d not expected, yet relished.
As he approached, she turned to see what the bartender looked at over her shoulder and the smile on her face caught him off guard. That smile should only be for him. No other. He reached her side and took the drink from her hand slamming it down on the bar top, then took her by the hand. “He will not be dancing with you. Neither will any of the others!” he growled, pulling her behind him to the edge of the dance floor.
Lo’San stood there, holding Synclare’s hand in his own tightly. His eyes tracked the couples as they moved around the dance floor. He studied the males’ movements as they swung their partners around the floor. As luck would have it, they were playing a slow song. Deciding he’d learned all he needed to from watching them, he strode out onto the dance floor, pulling Synclare behind him.
“What are you doing?” Synclare asked, her forehead wrinkled from her irritation with his behavior.
“Dancing. You will not need to dance with the others,” he repeated.
“What others?” she asked, as he took her in his arms, glancing toward the males already dancing to be sure his arms and hands were placed right.
Lo’San looked down into her face as she gazed up at him. Rather than argue with her about dancing with other males, he simply shook his head and began to move her around the floor.
Synclare wasn’t sure she wanted to dance with Lo’San. She’d always considered him a gentleman, and was drawn to his kindness and his calm nature, but tonight his behavior was reminding her more and more of Vivian’s husband, and Rosie’s. He hadn’t asked her to dance, he’d practically forced her to the dance floor all the while proclaiming she didn’t need anyone but him to dance with.
“I don’t think I want to dance anymore,” Synclare said, her steps coming to a stop.
Lo’San looked down at her again. “Am I not performing the steps properly?” he asked.
“You’re performing them fine. I just don’t want to dance,” she said, pulling her hands free of his and stepping back from him.
“Yet you had no problem dancing before I arrived.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Synclare said. “And I’m not sure I like this side of you.”
Lo’San took a step back. “There is no side of me. I simply am me, always.”
“I’m going back to sit at the table with Vivian,” she said, looking at him over her shoulder with a confused expression as she walked away.
Lo’San stood in the middle of the dance floor for only a moment before following her. As he approached the table he bowed. “Perhaps I was not clear with my intentions, Sink Lar,”