“Are you going to make me beg, Matthew? You know I want it. You know how bad I need it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“What do you want? I can be naughty. I can be downright dirty.” She gave a little twist to her hips, the black-sequined fringe that made up her skirt flared, giving me a peek at nylon-covered thighs.
I pushed the button, starting up the meringue music.
Her eyes lit up as she began to stalk towards me in time to the beat. She licked her lips again, and I knew I was just feeding her addiction. But I also fed mine.
I held out my hand to begin the dance.