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THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
"Cutting
in." Manases pulled me into his
arms and onto the dance floor.
I saw over his shoulder that
Margie had gotten stuck with Don Alejandro.
Ouch. I owed her.
"She'll never forgive
either of us," I said haughtily.
"He's a good dancer,"
said my kidnapper.
I finally looked into his
eyes. Can't help it when you are
literally breast to breast and pelvic bone to pelvic bone.
Manases and I had always danced
the same way. Close up and personal and
very tight. His right hand clasp mine
and had it pressed against his heart; the other was around my waist to guide my
movements. His body was warm and hot and
if there was an extra little push down below, I wasn't complaining.
I looked up. Desire. Longing. No.
I lowered my eyes and looked at
his throat which was exposed by the opened guayabera.
"We have to talk," he
said.
"There's nothing to
say," I replied looking anywhere but at him.
“Ivette…." he warned.
I stopped dancing. "There's nothing to say. Let's not rehash old news."
Anger flared in his eyes.
I pulled out of his embrace but
he pulled be back and tighter. He
twirled us around so I clung to him. I
threw my hands around his neck for balance.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
"We'll just dance then. You're not afraid of a little dance, are
you?" he challenged.
I never backed down from a dare
and I wasn't about to start.
The dance was the story of our
life -- together, apart and back again.
I stepped closer to him and lost
myself in the music, the warmth of his body and the desire in his eyes. My dress flared every time he twirled me.
It had been a long time since we
danced together, but our bodies knew the rhythm and the steps.
One last time I promised
myself. Nothing mattered but the dance,
the music, the man.
The song ended with a flourish
and with our arms crossed over our heads and hip to hip.
Applause broke out.
I finally looked at the
audience. Guests were clapping. So were Paloma and Margie. The latter winking at me.
We took a bow.
And I stepped out from his
embrace. ###
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