Page 38 of Corruption

“Aren’t I too young to drink somewhere like this?”

“You’re not too young to do whatever you want when you’re on the arm of a Vorobev. Besides, the alcohol will help loosen you up.”

She gives me a suspicious look and asks, “Planning to take advantage of me?”

“No!” I say immediately. “I just want to dance. But if you don’t want to and want to go somewhere quieter and open, we can—” Kiya suddenly smiles up at me, and I scoff. “You’re teasing me.”

“You’re not the only one who can tease.”

She grabs her drink from the counter when it comes and takes a sip of it without looking away from me, and suddenly I’m the one flustered and who needs the alcohol to loosen me up.

“Looks like someone can’t take what she dishes out,” Kiya says before continuing to sip on her drink.

“I can. You just surprised me is all.”

“Maybe. But I don’t think so.”

She’s still teasing, but I also get the feeling that she really knows that from observing me the last week and a half or so. And she’s right. I can tease and tease and be smooth about it and not miss a beat so long as I’m the one giving it. But as soon as someone turns it back on me… it flusters me. Breaks my sense of control. Which is why I’m constantly making sure I’m keeping people on their toes or else they’re keeping me on mine.

It was part of the reason I dated Vaughn before I married his brother. Alik would simply take my teasing without bother. But Vaughn could keep up with me and always got so riled up and I had liked it… until he betrayed me.

Kiya puts her empty glass down and says, “I thought you wanted to dance.”

“I thought you’d never been dancing.”

“I said I’d never been clubbing. Come on, Nadia. Show me what the hype is.”

I’m completely thrown off balance now, and she takes advantage of that to take my drink out my hand, sit it at the bar, and pull me on the dance floor. Not used to being so unbalanced, especially by someone as easily flustered as Kiya usually is, I look for an opening to take back control. I find it quicker than expected.

“You’ve been dancing before but you’ve never dancedwithanyone else before. Have you?”

“No.”

I grin in the dark flashing lights. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

I put my hands on her waist, pull her body flush against mine, and nearly let out a moan at the feeling of her soft corves against mine. It’s been too long since I’ve held another woman’s body against mine. Since I’ve felt this kind of softness against me. Kiya’s breasts. Her stomach. Her arms. The curves of her waist and hips.

“You okay, Pretty Girl?”

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Good. Now. Hear the music? Really hear it. Get a feel for the beat.” She nods. “Okay. Now feel it and then move your hips to it. Like—”

“Like what?”

“I was going to say like you’re fucking, but you’ve never done that before.”

“I could have. You don’t know.”

I laugh. “Nice try. Now. Got it?”

She nods.

“Okay. Now go.”

She does exactly as I tell her to. Catching on quickly for someone that’s never done something like this before. Swaying her hips in time with the rhythm of the music. Hips grinding against mine. She doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, though. So I grab them and place them directly on my ass.

Kiya tries to pull back in surprise, but I lock my arms around her waist and say, “It’s okay. Touch me while we dance. I want you to.”

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