Flying Fawna by Rose Smith

Author:Rose Smith [Smith, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: William Havens Publishing
Published: 2018-07-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Brock picked her up in a town car and told the driver to take them to the Leña Brava on Randolph. After an amazing dinner of blue corn rolled chicken enchiladas, with hot salsa and cold sour cream, refried beans, Spanish rice and some scrumptious sopapillas drenched in honey, they went to a nightclub showcasing dancers from the Dance Academy of Salsa.

“Oh,” Fawna clapped her hands. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do the Salsa.

“Then, you shall.”

Brock called the male instructor over to give Fawna a quick Salsa lesson before they took the dance floor.

He stood in front of her in the corner of the dance arena, showing her how to straighten her stance while loosening her constitution.

“This is a sexy dance! You can’t look sexy if you’re stiff!”

She laughed. Brock looked on from the small round table near the dance floor. She thought she saw a flash of jealously in his eyes, but she blew it off. He was the one that had hired the dancer. He couldn’t be jealous.

“The Salsa is simple. It’s three steps, then pause, three steps, then pause. It’s what we call On-One-Timing. It’s easy. It’s just dancing while you walk.” He demonstrated. “Start out in a neutral position. Feet side by side. You walk forward on one step—backward on one step, alternating your feet. Again, forward with my left foot—backward with my right.” After demonstrating the move a few times he clasped her hands, they performed the steps together. “That’s it,” he encouraged. After a few times more, he pulled her to him then back out and spun her around. Soon, he had her feeling like she was dancing on air. After about 30 minutes he motioned for Brock to take his place while he sat at their table and watched. Brock’s mood became light again.

He proved an expert Salsa dancer. He twirled Fawna, and bent her over his knee with grace. The danced until dawn. They Salsaed, they drank, and they chatted about aviation.

“Wow. That felt so good. Whirling around the dance floor without a care in the world.” She turned as she said it and they made their way up to her new smaller, downtown Chicago apartment.

He grabbed for her. Pulling her into his arms, kissing her with passion.

“How about I let you in for a little night-cap?” She teased, rocking a tiny bit from the effects of the alcohol they’d drank all night. The dancing they enjoyed didn’t douse the effects of the libations.

“I’d love nothing more.”Brock stood in the frame of the door admiring her figure as he began walking behind her. She was tall and gorgeous and wasn’t intimidated into not wearing high heels.

Her sexy long legs teased him. Once she let him in, she slipped off her stilettos and beckoned for him to come closer, and he obliged. Placing his hand on her slender waist he pulled her to him.

“We going to start from where we left off? More Salsa?” Flirted Fawna.

“What we do next is definitely not going to be the Salsa.

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