Re: On the dance floor
Her hips met the timing of his sway but, instead of reciprocating his forward motion, she drew back again to the small but safe air cushion between them. "I'm not dressed as a gypsy fortune-teller, you know," she pointed out. "I can't see the future but, if I had to make a guess..." She paused and drew the hand that had been behind his neck to also rest on his shoulder. "Well, I think you're going to get a much better dance later tonight. In fact, I'd place money that your company will improve and you had so better treat her right. Got that?" She removed a hand from his shoulder briefly to deliver a teasing poke to the center of his chest.