Haley's plan to come out and enjoy herself had hit as snag almost as soon as she had walked through the club's doors.
In truth, she should have expected that there would be complications. She was a beautiful woman after all. That might sound narcissistic to some. But it was a fact of life. That was something that she could not deny, and that the world could not deny either.
And though she often did not mind her looks, that night they had brought her nothing but trouble.
She'd had to elbow, hiss at, and on one occasion even slap people.
There were quite a number of guys who had gotten into her personal space without her consent. Assuming that just because she was dancing and enjoying the music, that meant that she wanted their company.
One idiot had even been brazen enough to try and kiss her neck.
He was the one that had gotten a slap from her, and when he had tried to advance threateningly. All she had done was fix him with the full Slater glare. Letting him know that just because she looked delicate, it did not mean she could be messed with. The man had backed off.
But unfortunately for her, the next person to bother her had not been so easy to scare away.
He had actually seemed to get excited when she had thrown the full might of her glare at him.
Licking his lips and looking her up and down like she was a morsel he wanted to devour.
Luckily before Haley had been forced to start swinging, somebody had come to her rescue( not that she needed it, but a man had come up from behind her).
Whatever he'd done, just the sight of him had been enough to scare away the little rat that had been trying to cling to her. After chasing off the unwanted company, the man had not walked away though, instead he was still there.
It was clear that, like all of the others, he too wanted a chance to dance with her.
But to his credit, he had not yet touched her. She could still feel his presence behind her, but the man was not moving. Clearly he was waiting to see what she would do, letting her lead. Allowing her to be the one in charge.
That simple willingness to back off sent a zing of pleasure through Haley. There was nothing that she appreciated more in a man than when he was confident enough in himself to allow her to make her own choices.
Without turning her head to face him, she leaned back a bit.
The back of her head coming into contact with a firm chest.
Ooh, muscles, Haley thought, pleased. When the man shifted closer, his hands finally coming around her waist and cradling her gently.
Despite all of the different scents on the still busy dance floor, she caught a whiff of sandalwood and something distinctly male, and she just knew that it was the man behind her who smelled so divine.
It was a lovely scent, and strangely enough, it was…familiar.
But she knew that she was just imagining things. She did not know the man, and she highly doubted anybody that she met on a regular basis would choose the particular club that she was in.
Who could the mystery man be?
Deciding that she was thinking far too much. Haley chose to just start moving again, and as she did so, shaking her hips and grinding against the man behind her, she felt him begin to move as well.
Their dancing, revealed yet another pleasant surprise. Not only was the man behind her a gentle man who smelled good, and felt like he had the body of a god.
He also had quite the moves to him, every step that Haley took he matched.
Those strong hands of his roamed over her curves never going too far. But touching her just enough to make Haley's heart speed up.
At some point what they were doing could barely be considered dancing.
There was far too much sensuality, too much teasing involved for it to be that.
Every time that Haley raised her arms and reached back she ran her hands over a muscle chest. Sometimes she would grab his belt buckle and grind just close enough to his groin but make sure not to touch.
From time to time the man's thumb would slide beneath her shirt, the pads of the digit running gently over her skin.
With the never-ending beat of the music, the flashing lights and the close proximity, Haley felt her head begin to swim. When she had come out that night she'd had every intention of just dancing to her heart's content and then going home, sore but refreshed.
Now there was a possibility of another activity that could lead to her feeling sore, and satisfied, but did she dare? It had been so long since she'd been with a man, not only that, she did not even know what her potential companion looked like.
'No way,' She was being far too thirsty.
Just because the man was chivalrous and an excellent dancer, it did not mean that she had to sleep with him. 'But what if he wanted to as well?' A part of her whispered?
As the man pulled her close, one hand coming up to cup her through her bra.
Warm lips ghosted briefly over the side of her neck, just as the other man had tried to do much earlier.
But unlike the other guy who had earned himself a slap for that. Haley merely tilted her head to the side even more. Giving the man better access, a sigh escaping her, when she felt his tongue dart out briefly to lick her there, all caution suddenly left her. Haley decided in that very moment that she was going to sleep with her mystery dance partner.
There was just no getting around it. If she was that worked up from the man without even seeing his face. Then when they finally did see each other, sparks would fly.
There was nothing for it.
They had to get a room and get naked with a quickness. Eyes half-lidded Haley slowed her movements, and the man matched her. When he felt her begin to turn, his grip around her waist loosened. She could tell by the slight tremble of his fingers against her waist, that the man was also eager to know the identity of the person he had spent the better part of the night dancing with.
Plastering a seductive smile on her face, Haley finally turned fully to face the man, tilting her head up so that she could see him clearly.
And that was when the little fantasy that Haley had been entertaining of getting laid that night went up in flames.
It took a second for her mind to process exactly who she was seeing, and she saw the moment it sank in for him as well.
In an instant his arms went from being around her waist to up in the air as the man jumped back like a scalded cat.
"Roth?!"
"Slater?!"