Chapter 50: A Slip of the Tongue

She had to admit to herself that dancing in her underwear, even if it was for her husband, proved a bit more embarrassing for Natalie than she thought it would. But it was all right to be both hot and silly for Alonso who played along so well with all of her moves using his own body language.

If she was able to project a vision of confidence, it was because of how allured he seemed, his eyes looking hungry for her as if caught in the magnetic spell of her dance.

"Time to try on some clothes, don't you think?"

With a playful wink, she reached for the dark red dress that had been hanging nearby. The velvety fabric was short but promised to be warm and hug her curves in all the right places. Natalie soon made the dress the focal point of her dance, holding it against her body as she swayed to the imaginary beat, allowing Alonso to witness the provocative dance of fabric meeting skin.