None of your business, Mr Emmett

I knew when he started looking at me. I cod feel his eyes on me, but I pretended to be so engrossed in whatever Damon was saying. He had been a sweet person all through the night.

After we had finished eating we stood up to talk about different things. I made sure not to slip about myself to him. I just told him the obvious things that I could and I heard his own part of the story. He said he was part of a team that worked for another fashion company and that he was sent to represent them. I can't remember the name of the brand though, and that's my bad.

After a few minutes, there was soft music playing in the background and he asked me if I wanted to dance.

He did not even wait for my reply and slipped his hands into my waist and we started moving slowly to the music. Nothing serious.

"I don't know how to dance." I started.

"You don't have to know. All you have to do right now is to move your body with me. No stress." He said as sweetly as possible.

I know, I know. That I shou