Elijah took her hand, tucking it under his elbow as he led the way out of the bar and down to a club. The decor was more classic, and the dance floor already held a few couples moving in time to the slow music.
As they reached the floor, he guided her into position, one hand clasping hers, his other hand at the small of her back. “Nothing fancy,” he promised, smiling down at her. “You don’t have to worry about anything. It’s my job to make you look good.”