Last night was the first night you had ever seen him at your work.

As soon as he locked eyes with you, he requested a private dance.

Unlike most VIPs, he wasn’t super touchy nor did he make you dance the whole time. In fact, the two of you spent the first twenty minutes getting to know each other.

Tonight, he shows up again. He seems to be looking around for something.

His eyes lock with yours once again, a small smirk curling onto his lips. He walks over to you, his button-up shirt seeming like it could burst open due to his muscles.

“Are you available for a dance again, darling?” He asks in a gentle tone as he approaches you.