010~ THE TYPE

Leah,

Some guests were on the dance floor swirling to a slow waltz that played as we walked in. Those sitting around tables were too busy watching the dance, discussing or eating to bother with I, and Aiden plus, the lights in the ballroom were dim.

"Hey, don't you think it's time to let me go?" I whispered as he led me through tables occupied by guests.

"Almost there, doll," he leaned down and whispered back. "And we won't stay for long, I promise."

His eyes lingered on my lips as he spoke, and he smirked when I pressed them together.

He steered me towards a table in a corner of the hall. The three chairs around the table were empty, the fourth occupied by a man who stood up to greet, Aiden nervously.

He pulled a chair out for me, gesturing for me to sit. I scowled at him but ended up sitting on it since there was nothing to gain from creating a scene.

"Good girl," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "I am itching to let your hair down."

"Don't," I warned, leaning