“Rache, the beta I told you about. She’s standing by the bar and watching the dancers.”
Xeti paused. “Does she dance?”
“No idea. She looks comfortable, though. I didn’t think this was her sort of event. She seemed very practical when I knew her.”
“When was that?”
“Two months ago.”
Xeti frowned. “You were lovers?”
“No. Companions. I didn’t want to damage her.”
“Well, she has delightful curves, and I am going to go ask her to dance.” Xeti grinned. “Watch the cameras. You can see what you were missing.”
Terus snorted. “Sure. I am sure she is very efficient.”
Xeti looked at the woman who exuded calm control. “I think she is a woman I will enjoy having in my arms. Even if it’s just for a dance.”
Terus laughed and watched the main dance floor as his business partner walked down the stairs from the office and headed to the floor. Those who had seen him before were turning toward Xeti, but he focused on the woman in cobalt near the edge of the bar.
He spoke to her and extended his hand with a bow. She put her hand in his, and they walked to the edge of the floor. The music slowed, and Xeti spoke to her. She answered, put a finger up to halt him, and wiggled her dress up so the vent was barely covering the top of her thighs. Xeti checked her out, took her hand, kissed it, and they were moving.
Terus stared in horror as Rache anticipated every move, every twist, and every spin. She clung to Xeti, stroked him, slid down his body, and backed against him as they swayed together. When the song was over, Xeti tried to hold her, but she grinned and told him something. She wiggled her dress down and left the dance floor. She returned to the bar and ordered another drink.
An alpha walked up to her and asked her to dance. She sighed and returned to the dance floor.
Terus watched her move, and Xeti came back up.
“So, do you have your little beta’s number? She’s remarkably intuitive, and as we are unlikely to find a partner given our class, I am more than willing to enjoy a bright and witty woman.”
“Shut up.”
“So... her number?”
Terus sat growling.
* * * *
WATCHING A DARK ELFcome toward her gave her all kinds of déjà vu. Then he stopped in front of her and smiled. “Lady Rache, may I have this dance?”
Black shirt, black jacket, matching trousers, and shoes. He was dressed to dance and make a delightfully large impact on the crowd.
“What kind of dance?”
“We will let the DJ determine it. So?”
She put her barely touched drink down and put her hand in his. “So, you have me at a disadvantage. Your name?”
“Xeti. This is my club.”
“It’s very nice. Classic and modern all at the same time.”
“Thank you. Do you dance much?”
“Not anymore.”
“That’s a shame.”
