Page 54 of Seduction
Penina Ross
It was thrilling. Jake, countless others, and I were in a grand ballroom. The hardwood floors were suitable for dancing under all the glittering chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The atmosphere was still dim, only decorated by sconces casting warm light. Masked men and women danced, drank, and had lively interactions with each other. So much stimulation was in the atmosphere that my brain couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. A brass band was positioned on a platform. Each member wore a black-tie suit and a mask that resembled that of the main character fromThe Phantom of the Opera.
Jake led me to the space where everyone was dancing. “Tonight we’re having a threesome with your mistress,” he said with his mouth close to my ear so that I could hear him.
My heart beat like a bass drum. I was terrified that my moves might be rusty. I hadn’t shaken my ass on the dance floor since before medical school. Sure, I’d gone to parties with Rich, but I’d always been too exhausted to participate in the fun. Suddenly, I understood Rich’s constant complaints when it came to going out with me. He used to say I would yawn the entire time, and he took it as my sending him a message that I was bored. At the moment, I felt better than I had in a long time. Absorbed by the electrical or neurological chemistry between me and Jake, once we were in position, my body felt free to do whatever the hell it wanted to do next.
First, we danced our own version of the Charleston, moving back and forth in perfect harmony with each other. He was great at it. Then he seized my hand and took me for a few spins. We laughed together. Then he drew me in for a kiss. His dick was hard. The music was faster than our pace. It was as though we were in a slow dance and our lust for each other was playing a passionate tune only he and I could hear.
At some point, the song changed, and Jake and I went at it again. I shimmied my shoulders at him, gyrated my hips against his boner, then rubbed my ass against his man of steel.
When it got to be too much, he would fasten his hands on my hips, pull me against him, and whisper, “Slow down, baby.”
I could hardly believe I was having such a good time in the city again. Jake and I were going in for our hundredth kiss or so when a masked woman nudged him on the shoulder.
“Hey, don’t I know you?” she asked.
Jake peered at her, then she took off her mask.
“It’s me, Renata,” she said.
He watched her a few seconds longer then shook his head. “No. I don’t know you.”
The way his eyes widened just a fraction made me think he had indeed recognized her.
“Oh,” she said, sounding shocked by his response. “It’s just the way you carry yourself and your…” Her eyes narrowed to slits as her hand flew up and her fingers spread across her clavicle. “Really, you don’t remember—”
“I don’t know you, miss. Please excuse us.”
Renata remained still as she watched him, baffled. “I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I must’ve mistaken you for someone else.”
I wanted so badly to ask,Who else? But I merely nodded at her as he guided me away from the scene and said something about getting us food and drink. He led me toward a decadent spread of hot cuisines and a fully serviced open bar.
“That was weird,” I said after Jake ordered scotch on the rocks.
He pointed at me. “What will you have?” he asked.
I could tell he was shaken by his interaction with the woman, even though he was trying not to show it.
“Sparkling water with lime.”
He nodded and ordered it for me.
As the bartender prepared our drinks, Jake seized my hand and kissed the back of it. He put his mouth close to my ear. “I didn’t know you were such a hot dancer. It turns me on.”
Then he kissed me. As our tongues laved each other and my body rose against him, all I could think about was that woman. Jake must’ve forgotten how perceptive I was. He indeed knew her, and I was determined to find out who she thought he was before our night at the mansion was over.
