Jarred made Mrs. Ronin twirl and move to the beat of the music skillfully while observing her with a gentle smile on his face.
Every time Jarred pulled her in after a twirl, his right hand would land on a different spot: her waist, her upper back, her shoulder, her lower back... secretly feeling the curves of her body. Jarred likes what his right palm is telling him: Mrs. Ronin is a hot mama!
"Oh, Mr. Smith. You are quite a dancer.", Mrs. Ronin praised Jarred, unaware of his mischievous actions.
Jarred cleared his throat and gave her a seductive glance. "Please… call me Jarred, Donnie."
Mrs. Ronin smiled. "I will try."
"You are a very good dancer yourself.", Jarred complimented Mrs. Ronin.
"Honestly, I don't remember the last time I danced."
"Why would a woman like you stay away from fun?"
"It was my choice, Jarred.", she responded with a hint of stubbornness in her voice.