Chapter 51
“If you don’t hold my waist. How would we dance?” Talia inquired, hands still on his shoulders waiting for him to make a move.
“Um He lowered his gaze and she smirked with desire in her eyes at his cute demeanor.
“I’ll help you.” With that, she grabbed his arms and placed it just below her back, cupping his hands around her tiny waist. She placed her arm back on his shoulders, a satisfied smile on her face.
She slowly moved her legs and hips and soon, he flowed in the rythm of her steps and the song. Her waist rocking against his hand as he danced, sent pleasant but cold shivers up his spine.
Talia was so beautiful tonight. Looking at her, he didn’t even notice the others and only concentrated on just her, the music and her smile. Her jet black hair was left to cascade down her back just stopping a few inches above her waist line. Her dazzling but dim green eyes looked like they had sparkles in them.
She wore a strapless gown and heels to match.
“You don’t look like you’re happy to dance with me.” Talia spoke up when she noticed he was looking down most of the time they danced.
He looked up, almost snapping his neck at that instance as his face flushed red.
“N-No… that’s not it.” He stammered, shaking his head.
“Then what p>
“It’s just He racked his brain for a possible excuse and almost exploded when Talia smiled at him. “M… My shoes”
She stopped smiling.
“Your shoes? Do they hurt you p>
He pretended to grimace, feeling hot at her worried gaze. He felt guilty lying to her.
“Just a bit.” He abruptly stopped dancing and pulled back, avoiding eye contact with her. “Excuse me.” He left her just standing there, the gazes of people nearby, falling on her.
Holding her dress some inches off the floor, she turned back to the levated platform to sit down; in time to see Koan leading Nancy to the dance floor.
She sat down and watched the pair with renewed interest ignoring Jephthah who was at the food court, whiling his time by piling food upon food on his plate.
But soon after, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him especially when a group of young women gathered him, swirling their glass of wines in their hands, slutty gazes in their eyes as they spoke to him.
For some reason, she squeezed her fists, her nails grinding on her soft palm. After a while, she blinked on the realization that she was hurting herself. Why was she bothered anyway? With a scoff, she looked away. However her gaze would always go back there to where he stood.
Koan coughed uncomfortably when he felt her plump bottom in his huge manly hands. She didn’t even look bothered and was enjoying herself, dancing in his arms, her two hands almost choking him as she wound it tightly around his neck.
Sighing, he moved his hand upward, sliding it over her hips, up to her waist, not in the least bothered by how his actions just affected her. His hands travelling up her body caused shivers to run down her spine. The good kind that forced her to bite her lip and stare into his eyes until he was forced to glare back at her, only for his eyes to widen on seeing the desire in her eyes.
This kid was shameless, huh?
“Don’t” He managed to wheez out, already irritated but expertly moving along with her and the music on the crowded dance floor.
“Don’t do what?” She whispered, her eyes not leaving his.
Jaw ticking and hardening in anger, he looked away.
“Like how?” Came the innocent question and he almost face-palmed himself.
Dora returned to the table and steathily took off her heels which were killing her. She had excused herself from the dance floor, leaving John with all the ladies’s attention which he seemed to enjoy.
She almost chuckled when she saw Talia’s face extorting with anger at every move a young girl made on Jephthah.
She directed her gaze to Jephthah and truly, several women had him surrounded and were giving him googly lovy eyes while many offered him drinks like they were the hostess around. It just made Talia so mad and irritated and the fact that Jephthah patiently stood there and talked to them like it was nothing odd infuriated her the more.
She glared at Dora who couldn’t hold back and chuckled again but this time, a bit louder.
“I don’t see what you found funny just now.” She icily stated.
“Ohhh,” Dora laughed some more, holding her chest like she was going to die of breathlessness. “It doesn’t have to be funny to you p>
Talia turned, ready to ignore, not in the mood to exchange words with her tonight.
“You know Talia didn’t turn even as Dora began talking. “Men like Jephthah may be blind to women’s body language, enabling them to misjudge a situation and make an error that could jeopardize a possible relationship. That’s why women like you frequently wonder why men like him haven’t noticed you or asked you out or something like that p>
Talia turned and her eyss widened as she quickly denied. “I…I don’t like Jephthah like that p>
“Yeah and pigs can fly.” Dora rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious you’re head over heels for him, you sl*t p>
“I’m not. S-So…stop saying nonsense.” She stuttered, turning back to beckon an Omega to bring a tray of wine. She picked a glass of cocktail and Dora did the same.
“Look at that woman over there.” Dora pointed out and Talia turned to see Jephthah fiddling cutely with his drink, looking down while a woman who was bold enough from the others that stood apart, had her elbow on his shoulder, her other hand on her waist. She looked very beautiful, had nice curves and her sharp chocolate brown eyes complimented her raven black hair.
Talia turned away quickly, her lips curled over her straw as she took a sip of her cocktail wishing the taste could help her unsee what she had just seen. She glanced up at Dora.
“What about her p>
“Listen Talia, There are some certain body language norms you have to master and not always going straight to the point all the time p>
Talia sighed. If she was going to keep denying it from anyone, she couldn’t hide it from Dora.
“Why are you telling me this anyway. Don’t we hate each other or something p>