but she could not observe the other one. He began to turn to the bartender and she calmly turned away as if she had not been staring, trying to devour him with her eyes. She scanned over the room, trying to make sure that Ursula was not looking for her, and then turned slowly back to where he had been standing but he was gone! She sighed, sipped her drink, and turned her attention to the sensuous movement of the dancers under the colored lights.
As she had made up her mind to go back to where Ursula was sitting, out of nowhere came this deep silky voice, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
She looked back at him as his breathe was teasing her ear. She was so startled that she almost choked on her drink. Coughing a bit, she swallowed hard and looked back at him again.
“No…Not at all,” her words were still slightly choked.
“I didn't think you would, not after the way you've been watching me since you sat here.”
She looked at him, his dark gaze meeting hers, teasing her.
She blushed. “How'd you know,” she asked her voice raspy, sexy.
He smiled, “I used my peripheral vision,” pointing at the corner of his left eye.
He smiled ensuring she got a glimpse of his clean pearly whites.
She did not know what to say, he had caught her and now the object of her perusal was sitting no more than three feet from her. So silently, she looked him over yet again, admiring the austere fineness of his features, and noticing that both of his ears were pierced.. He stared right back, enjoying the mutual checking out, taking in her full lips, cute nose, and hazel eyes. Slowly it happened, as she had known it would, his gaze drifted to her cleavage and the first signs of a smile appeared.
“I'm India,” she said, drawing his attention back to her face, “I see you've already met the twins.”
She raised an eyebrow and smiled sardonically at him. He laughed then, not an annoyed laugh or grunt, but a truly amused laugh. She dropped any sign of being pissed, and smiled openly, his laughter making her feel more flirtatious. When he stopped laughing he was still smiling, a slightly mischievous grin that seemed to light up his face.
“Miles,” he said, sipping his whiskey.
They slipped back into silence, watching the play of the strobe lights on the dance floor. Moments later a song that she could not bear to sit still too began to play. The beat intoxicated her, bringing her to her feet. Snoop Dogg’s “I Wanna Rock,” pounded through the speakers, and without even asking if he wanted to dance, she moved to the dance floor. In a relatively empty spot, she caught the beat, riding it with her body. She moved sinuously with the music, caressing each note with her movements. She closed her eyes, aware, without seeing, of her surroundings. The song changed, the beat flowed, and the music burned in her blood. Smiling brightly she continued to dance with exuberance, song after song until the sweat soaked her hair. Out of breath, she returned to her table to find a fresh drink. She sipped it slowly, savoring it, thanking him with her eyes.
“I would have joined you but I only do R&B.” His voice slid across her skin like silk.
“It’s alright; you just would've held me down anyways,” she winked at him and held the cool glass against the front of her chest, letting the condensation cool her skin.
Their eyes met across the table, his intense gaze searing her skin. It followed the trail of condensation to where it disappeared deep in the valley of her breasts.
“Oh…I'll hold you down alright,” he murmured, “but I may never let you back up again.”
She did not hear him, her body still throbbing from the music. She watched the lights dance on the floor and her mind danced with them. Raising her drink to her lips, she glanced at Miles, smiling slightly as she took another drink. Her eyes glowed when she looked at him, looking like emeralds in the dim light, the silvery eye shadow she wore brightening them. His eyes wandered over her body, admiring her frankly, just as she had him. Setting down her Long Island Ice Tea, she moved a bit closer, her fingers trailing casually over the back of his hand, waiting for his reaction. He turned his palm up, and she let her fingers draw a lazy