Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The next night after work. I went home and put on one of my favorite red, knee–length dresses. It scooped low in the back and cut down far enough in the front to give a peek at my breasts. Although the dress was no longer in fashion. I was certain that it would catch Andrew’s attention.

I curled my silky blonde hair and carefully chose large gold hoop earrings in which they could get caught, giving Andrew an excuse to come close and touch my face any time he wanted to. Red eyeshadow and l*pstick accented my blue eyes and full l*ps. Black stilettos with red heels, although impractical for dancing, added to my height and underscored my hourglass figure.

With Andrew giving Jeffrey and his other guards the night off. I was going to make the most of our time together.

When I opened the door at his arrival. I knew that all my hard work had not gone to waste. Andrew’s eyes widened at the sight of me.

“Aren’t you all dressed up?” he asked with a crooked grin

“Well, I do have a hot date tonight

“Oh, really?”

I eyed Andrew. He cut quite the figure in his crimson three–piece suit, black tie, and matching Derbys. My l*ps quirked slightly.

“Yes,” I said, “definitely.”

“I better steal you away before he gets here, then.”

We chuckled. He lifted my chin and k*ssed me tenderly on the l*ps.

“Come, we best get going. I want to see if your mask fits before we get to the club.”

I tilted

“Mask?”

my head.

The Masque was a private club owned by Lady Clement, who apparently had a thing for masquerade balls. In addition to hosting her annual masquerade, Lady Clement required that members of The Masque where masks–as well as surrender their phones at the entrance to protect everyone’s privacy. I was certain that there was some S**ual component to the mask requirement as well, but I tried not to think about that.

Andrew and I wore matching red masks resembling the snout and upper face of a wolf. They

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covered our eyes and noses but left the lower halves of our faces free. They were audacious, gaudy, and flecked with gold—something that screamed “look at us,” for something that was meant to hide our identities.

At first, I thought that the masks were too over–the–top. When we entered the club, though, I saw that we were going to blend right in with the crowd.

One man wore a fox mask with flaming orange–and–red fur so life–like that I would have been surprised if it had not been real. Another sported an elephant mask with a foot–long trunk that nearly hit several of the other patrons every time he turned around. The coup d’état, though, was a woman’s peacock mask with genuine–if oversized–feathers spawning from its crown.

I could not help gaping at the other clients as Andrew led me across the dance floor. Beneath these flashy masks and trendy outfits are the who’s who of werewolf and human society, and nob*dy even knew who each other was. They came here for the complete anonymity and freedom that simply covering their faces provided.

It was a surreal experience.

“Want to dance?” Andrew said into my ear, startling me out of my reverie.

I nodded, gripping his hand tighter. I reached up to speak into his ear.

“It’s been a while, I warned him. “I might not be that good.”

“Don’t worry,” he replied, his hot breath tickling my ear. “I’ll lead.”

The very thought sent a shock straight to my loins.

As the next song started, Andrew grabbed me and held me close. He put my hands on his waist before placing his own hands on my hips, moving them to the bumping of the beat. Our bodies pressed hard against each other, our torsos and groins grinding together. and groins grinding together.

My checks flushed, but I let Andrew guide me any way he wanted me.

He took my hand and twirled me around, my back facing him. He pulled me close again, my butt pressing so tightly into his groin that I felt his member in my crack. He guided. hands to my hips, and together, we kept them in time to the song’s rhythm.

Andrew moved my hair and rested his chin on the crook of my n*eck.

my

“Dancing is not so hard,” he said loud enough for me to hear over the music. “You can fake it if you just move your hips enough.”

Ismirked.

“Are you afraid to show me your real moves?”

What? Do you not like these moves?”

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He ran his hand up to my stomach and pressed me back further into his abs. My heart raced at the contact.

“Maybe I like them so much that I want to see more.”

“Well then-“he twirled me around and pressed me close to him- “why didn’t you say so?”

The song changed to the 160–bpm tempo of the salsa. I swallowed against the hard knot that had suddenly formed in my throat. I had never danced to something like this before.

Andrew stared at me intensely through his mask, a grin spreading across his face.

“Now, you’ll get to see my real moves.”

Taking the lead, he took two steps forward, then two steps back, twisting his hips and guiding me to do the same. He spun me out and pulled me back in, my behind pressed firmly against him. We stepped to the side, shaking our hips, and returned again, only for him to spin me once more to face him..

Back and forth, around and around, I could scarcely keep up with Andrew’s lead. I tripped over my stilettos a couple times, causing Andrew to laugh at me, and I could only laugh along with him. My pride hurt more than my fect, so I couldn’t really complain.

As the song finished, Andrew spun me into a dip, where he got a good look at my cleavage. He eyed my chest for a moment, then his gaze wandered to my face. He smiled before leaning forward to peck me on the l*ps.

He pulled me up into chest as we stood up. We panted, our l*ps inches apart. Sticky sweat glistened on our bodies and mingled with the moisture gathering in my underwear.

I licked my l*ps. My mouth suddenly felt parched. My feet ached, yet I did not want to leave Andrew’s embrace.

Andrew leaned forward and brushed his l*ps across my ear.

“Do you want to take a break?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

He grasped my hand and took me to one of the empty semi–circular booths lining the walls. I slid into the booth, but Andrew remained standing.

“I’m going to go get us something to drink,” he shouted over the music, pointing at the bar.

I nodded in acknowledgement.

watched as Andrew left for the bar. As much as I didn’t want to be alone in this club without I did have to admit that seeing his ass leave was a perk. I licked my l*ps again, and not because my mouth was dry.

Another b*dy slid into the booth beside me. I stiffened.

“Hey there.” a deep male’s voice said from behind a fox’s mask. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing at this club all by yourself?”