Chapter Eight - Wrapped around the finger

Seinta Alexander felt sexy as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror as she was going through the door, she had taken only 45 minutes to get dressed, her blondish hair hung loosely on her shoulders and the disco was already packed as she pushed the door and the rhythm of the music jumped into her body instantly. The African ancestry in her blood made her hips move to the beat with ease as she looked around for Patrick or even Nathan.

The music was almost drowned out by the roar of the crowd near the bar as someone was dancing up a storm and had the attention of most of the patrons. She sipped on a divine tasting screwdriver drink and danced through the crowd just to get a view of what was causing the cheering. She was astonished when she got a glimpse of the tall, figure with broad shoulders, muscular frame that was sweating and doing the latest dancehall move, the 'flarey'. She stood transfixed with her mouth agape; no way should a white man be able to move his body with such ease and fluidity.

She watched as Nathan out danced Patrick in dance hall, rhythm and blues it was as if music was in his blood. His eyes caught hers and unfortunately it was a slow ballad, and he pulled her close and despite her feminine wiles of her hips he matched her move for move and he allowed her to take the lead in a few instances. She could feel the firmness of his body against hers and as the tempo of the music increase so did the pressure of his hand on the small of her back pulling her into him.

Temptation was building between her thighs to press home the advantage, but as his hand drifted slightly south and his breathing started to become shallow, she broke the embrace and twisted away from him to create distance. His eyes became very focused and the beads of sweat started to form on his brow, the DJ switch to calypso. While she was tempted to feel the impact of the music on Nathan, she allowed better judgement to reign and told him that she was thirsty.

She watched him head off to the bar and Patrick asked for his dance and she considered it for a little while and then nodded. Sienta had fun dancing with Patrick and even when she felt the firmness of his manhood rise, she pressed home the softness of her feminine form until he began to stutter and miss the rhythm of the music entirely. She enjoyed calypso and it allowed her to play toy fully with her sexuality and watched as Nathan stood at attention with the drinks in his hand waiting to quench her thirst.

With sweat dripping from her face, Nathan handed her his handkerchief and he waited patiently for her to take her seat at the table near the bar before he asked her what had been burning as he watched her performance with Patrick.

"Are you enjoying yourself and especially with that young waiter fellow, what his name again Patrick?" Nathan asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy Nathan, because I enjoyed calypso?" Sienta giggled.

"Certainly not," Nathan replied, "but you could have allowed me the privilege of that song, I thought we were on a roll on the dance floor and I wanted to continue the relationship."

"Next, dance is yours once I've recovered my strength Nathan, I can have two more dances with you and that is it for the night after all it is already almost midnight," Sienta replied with her a sultry expression in her eyes. She could feel his eyes on her thin lips.

"Please don't tell me that you are someone that goes to bed early every, because public relations events can keep you up at all hours of the night especially if you have a demanding general manager Ms Alexander."

Sienta was shocked at what she heard and out of curiosity she asked above the din of the music, "Are you insinuating what I think you are doing Nathan, that I am likely to get the job?"

"As far as I am concerned Sienta, it's a mere formality, for the Interview process to be undertaken. I have reviewed the resume and made a few calls to your references. I have been making mental notes during our interaction. I am starving would you like something to eat, I can have the chef prepare something nice while we continue our discussions," Nathan smiled as he watched her face keenly for her response.

For the first time in a long while Sienta found herself between a rock and a hard place, Nathan had been enticed by her dancing and now had her by the short and curly hairs that stood guard over her feminine flower. She needed the job, but if it had to take sexuality to ensure that she got the job, she would prefer turn and walk away. However, she was starving and needed something to eat and it was her stomach that provided him the answer that he was eagerly anticipating.

"Sure, but on a point of principle, I would not want you to utilise anything that took place on the dance floor to determine whether or not I was qualified for the job in public relations," Sienta said.

"No Sienta, I am not that type of a person, but I don't believe in a separation of personal self and corporate personas. How I am tonight in this club that is how I am in the boardroom. Straightforward, honest with keen sense of Integrity and fair that is just me Nathaniel Hulliver, no pretending," he replied gazing into her eyes.

"Wow I am impressed, but what about those other that may have applied for the same job, and because I chatted and flirted with you in the night I got the job over them," Sienta asked quizzically.

"If you see something in life, don't you work hard to get it Sienta, you could have backed away and ran like a bat out of hell tonight, but you are telling me that you are like me straight forward and fearless and that is what I like about you. At no time did you even try to pretend to be someone else when you realized that I am a man of position in this hotel. I don't mix business and pleasure and I certainly would not eat where I mess. We are very social creatures Seinta you and I and we can separate fact from fiction quite easily. So, in a sense as they say locally my spirit has just taken to you."

"Can, we go somewhere more private Nathan, this music is killing me?" Sienta asked.

"Sure Sienta, let's go to my office and I will order whatever you would like to eat. My office is not far from here and we won't be disturbed."

His cell phone was out in a flash as he sent a message to the chef to send two serving of oxtail and a bottle of red wine to his office ASAP.

"Did you just realise that you asked the chef for food without asking me what I wanted Nathan, you could have at least given me the benefit of the doubt and asked me what I wanted to eat?"

"Listen to me Sienta, I remembered how you enjoyed the oxtail yesterday at 365/48 and I wanted another opportunity to watch you enjoy a meal."

"Hah!" she laughed, "I can separate fact from fiction and I have no problems eating the oxtail, but you can have it delivered to me room but you will not get the chance to watch me eat it. I am not comfortable going to dinner with you in such a private setting with the possibility of continuing what we started on the dance floor."

"Oh, you felt it too?" he asked.

"Exactly, that is why I must be cautious in light of what you told me earlier and since you're honest, we must run away from the temptation. I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed myself immensely and never wanted to leave the wrong taste in your mouth. I am in room 715 and have a good morning."

She kissed him lightly on the cheek, "I await the call from your office later today inviting me to the Interview Nathan and don't watch my butt as a walk away."

Despite her request, she could still feel his eyes burning through the clothes that covered her cheeks and a smile curled her lips.

"Stop looking Nathan or else you are going to be hooked," Sienta said.

"Too late," Nathan replied.