“Don’t worry, Ari. The first time I saw Pierre, I had a minor orgasm. When he touched my ass during a lesson, I had a major one. Don’t get too excited, though, cause he and Donnie are a couple. It’s probably a good thing, cause I think I’d forget my husband’s name if that man wanted to heat the sheets with me for a night,” Amanda said with a giggle.
“The Cha Cha is a teasing, sexy and fun dance. You want to move toward your partner and then entice him to come back for you. The more you use your ass, the better. God gave you those luscious, beautiful behinds so don’t be afraid to shake them. If you can’t shake your backside, then get out of my club because Latin dances without a shaking derrière is useless.”
Ari was stunned to see that Pierre’s face was completely serious. She may actually be kicked out of the club. She’d never wiggled her butt before. She didn’t know how to. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she looked on in fear while he demonstrated the steps they’d be learning. She’d never pick that up in a half-hour.
“You, come here.”
Ari gazed at Pierre in complete terror. Was he kicking her out before they’d even begun? Could he tell by just looking at her that she was a fraud?
“Go. You do not want to keep Pierre waiting,” Miley urged as she pushed Ari forward.
“Take my hands,” he commanded. Luckily, her brain was working because somehow her arms came up and she found herself clasping the stunning man’s hands.
“There are two basic steps to the Cha Cha. The first is a rocking step. Basically, you’re going to shift your weight from one foot to the other as you slowly move backward and forward. Remember to use the ass, always use that luscious bootie. Don’t just stand there. Shift!”
Ari looked at his legs and copied what he was doing. This wasn’t so bad. Just shifting her weight. She grew a smidgeon of confidence as the two of them moved.
“Good job, Ari. Nice butt wiggles,” Amanda called out. Ari was going to kill her.
“Now, you add in a little bit of Cha Cha Cha,” Pierre said as he did some wiggle with his knees while his h*ps shook back and forth. She stumbled a few times while trying to mimic him, and just when she thought he was going to lead her straight to the door, her body seemed to absorb the information.
“Good. You’re doing well for a first timer,” Pierre told her.
“How do you know it’s my first time?” she asked, feeling more confident.
“Ha. That’s amusing. If it’s not your first time, then just give up now,” he said with a smile to take away the sting. He wasn’t as scary as he’d first appeared.
Pierre placed Ari back in the line, then went through the group helping each person until they got the basic moves down.
“Now, partner up. Yes, it’s mostly women – don’t be such prudes. I’m not asking you to strip down na**d and get jiggy. You need to learn how to do the dance with a partner. Dancing is a prequel to love-making. If you want to make your man sweat on the dance floor ladies, then tease him with your bodies. The dance should be a chase, and you don’t allow him to catch you until you’re good and ready. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” several of the women shouted out excitedly.
“Good. That’s very good.”
The time flew by, and too soon, Ari’s dance lesson was over. She felt good walking from the back of the club. She may not be able to swing her butt as good as some of those women, but she could certainly Cha Cha.
“Let’s order a drink and then get to dancing,” Amber said as they moved toward a table Donnie had saved for them.
The next few hours flew past and Ari danced with so many men she couldn’t keep track of them all. If she knew what her friends did while she was on the dance floor, she’d be going to prison for homicide.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rafe’s phone buzzed and he thought about ignoring it. He was tired, irritated and not in the mood for whoever it was. When it buzzed again, he sighed and pulled the device from his pocket. He would check real quickly and then turn it off to try to get some sleep.
When he saw it was a message from Ari, his pulse picked up a beat. She’d been ignoring his texts all week. His first thought was that she was in trouble. As he clicked the button to open the message, his heart stalled for a single beat.
When he looked at the two pictures that came in, any thought of sleep evaporated. Who the hell had sent him the pictures! At the bottom of the images was the club name. He knew exactly where that was.
Rafe threw on his jacket and grabbed his keys. It looked like Ari hadn’t learned her lesson from almost being raped once. She was out on the town again, attempting to get abducted for a second time. Rage simmered inside him.
She continued to deny him when all he wanted to do was offer her security. Well, offer her security and have her at his beck and call, but that was just a minor point in the contract, he rationalized.
He made it to the large Latin club in record time, walking to the front of the huge line outside the doors. Pulling a wad of hundreds from his pocket, he approached the bouncer.
“Welcome,” was all the man said as he opened the rope for Rafe to enter while the people standing in line grumbled.
“Shut up or none of you are getting in,” was the last thing Rafe heard before the loud music droned out the outside world.
He made his way to the dance floor and spotted Ari almost immediately. She was locked tightly in the arms of some heathen while the damn man ran his hands down her ass. Rafe saw red as he pushed forward.
“I’m cutting in,” Rafe commanded.
The man turned, glaring at Rafe, until he saw Rafe’s face – then, he immediately backed down. Rafe must look more fierce than he thought.
“Rafe. What are you doing here?” Ari asked as she grinned drunkenly at him.
“Apparently, saving you again,” he growled as he went to grab her hand. She was leaving with him now. “Let’s go!”
“I don’t want to go. Let’s dance. I learned the Cha Cha Cha tonight and I’m very good at it. John, Paul and Tiger… no… Trevor… oh heck, I can’t remember his name, all said that I can move my ass just fine,” she spouted happily.
Rafe stared at her incredulously. What in the hell was she talking about? He didn’t like dealing with drunken people.
“Ari, I said, let’s go,” he repeated.
“I want to dance,” she pouted. She then lifted her arms in the air and started doing the steps of the Cha Cha Cha. When she circled around and shook her ass, the slit of her dress exposing the side of her very thin black panties, Rafe forgot all about leaving.