Chapter 6. The Date

We had arrived at the grand ballroom. His arm circled my waist possessively. I was very nervous, it was very nerve-wracking.

Need to drink.

"You're doing just fine Lori. Stop worrying." He smiled at me and started kissing my shoulder and rubbing my back. I relaxed instantly.

Wow...this is new.

"Now, let's dance and make my presence known. Then we can leave, and have a nice quiet dinner, and let me enjoy your companion to myself." There was a promise of pleasure in his words. Dark, tempting, threatening, making me clench my thigh.

He was ushering me to the dance floor. He took my hand, and moved it higher to his shoulder, while he pulled me in closer, and put his palm on my lower back, almost to my ass. If this wasn't a formal event, I would think he would already put his hands on my ass. We dance for a couple more songs, then retreated to the bar.

We drink and talk about everything from hobbies to vacations, then he slowly dragge