The Dance – Part 1
I stood looking in the hotels full-length mirror, inspecting my dress for the evening’s outing. It was a tight, deep pink bodycon that hugged my curves and made me feel sexy. What’s more? I had elected to forgo panties for the evening. There was a certain element of illicitness to it. I smiled at myself, thinking about the press of bodies in the natural rhythms of the bachata. I had made this decision for one reason: to give Armando a farewell he’d remember before he left for his new job. I imagined a multitude of progressive things we might do, there at the club and then again at the hotel, afterwards. It would be a night for me to remember, as well. And how little I knew just how true that was…for unexpected reasons.
