Strictly Love Julia Williams
Katie didn’t say anything as she danced with Rob. She just let herself float away on a sea of soft music, flashing lights and sparkly dresses. She was vaguely aware that she had had too much to drink, and that her initial instinct of avoiding Rob for the evening had probably been the right one. But it felt so right to be dancing a salsa with him. He was such a good dancer, he made her feel like she was someone else, not the Katie the world saw – mum of three and downtrodden wife – but Katie as she saw herself: the ugly duckling turned into a swan. However little confidence she lacked in her real life, once she was on the dance floor, Katie knew she became someone else entirely, someone gorgeous and sexy and vitally alive. Rob brought all that out in her. Was it so wrong for her to hold on to that bubble of fantasy and keep it for a little while, even if she knew it couldn’t last? It was as though she were on a honeymoon from her real life.
As if in a dream, Katie was aware that the music had softened, the lights had dimmed, and Rob was facing her for a rumba. He looked nervous, and suddenly so was she. They’d been practising this all afternoon, but it had been different in the afternoon, when they were dressed in their scraggiest clothes. Hard to feel sexy about someone when their T-shirt was covered in sweat. Not so when they were standing before you in a dinner jacket. The sexiest dance ever invented. Should she be doing this? Vaguely, somewhere, Katie knew the answer was no, but she wasn’t quite ready for the bubble to burst. God. No wonder Baby fell for Johnny in Dirty Dancing. Who wouldn’t be seduced by this dance?
‘Are you up for this?’ Rob asked as he pulled away from her and started counting the beat.
‘If you are?’
Oh God. Katie swallowed slightly as she realised the song they were dancing to was Body Talk.
Rob was singing softly in her ear that he was searching for lust, and breath, and life, as he snaked up close and back. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow, they danced to an exquisite beat. To begin with they barely touched, except to take each other’s hands for the occasional turn.
As the music flowed sensuously around them, Katie was almost hypnotised by Rob whispering suggestively about the heat of passion. She knew she was on dangerous ground but she felt mesmerised by the music, the sensation of floating, the feeling that she was somewhere very far away. As the dance progressed they moved closer and closer together, and Katie had the weird sensation that they were the only two people in the room as they began to move together in single motion, their bodies talking without need for words: where his hand ended hers began; as he stepped forward, she pulled back.
She was vaguely aware that Rob was singing that they had become one, as he pulled her close. She felt a delicious thrill as he ran his hands up her body, before she pushed him away in a gesture of – defiance? Rejection? What? Even she didn’t know.
The dance seemed to go on forever. Forward. Back. Side. Quick. Quick. Slow. The lights flashed intermittently as one minute Rob held her close to him, the next he pulled away. Katie had never experienced anything like it. And then it was over: he performed one last turn, and she lay back in his arms, laughing with delight.
‘That was fantastic,’ Katie sighed.
‘Wasn’t it,’ Rob agreed, and he bent over and kissed her on the lips.
‘Oh no!’ Katie pushed him away from her. ‘I didn’t mean – oh God, I’m so sorry.’ She grabbed her shawl from a nearby chair and ran away, close to tears. What on earth had she done?
Buy It link:: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Strictly-Love-Julia-Williams/dp/1847560164/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1228379618&sr=1-1
Publisher:: Avon
Release Month: September 2008
This post was submitted by Julia Williams.
Tags: dancing, romance, Strictly Love
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