Their drinks were set before them --shot glasses and a bottle. Alex took the bottle and poured them both a shot. He lay his arm across her shoulder and slid the glass across the table to her.
“Time for another Russian lesson,” he spoke into her ear. “This a very smooth Vodka, Putinka. Taste, then drink all at once.”
Zoey slowly raised the glass to her lips, hesitated and sniffed. It had a very strong scent. She pressed the glass to her lips for a taste. It stung her tongue, but only slightly. She followed his instructions and drank the shot in one gulp. She breathed in and coughed only slightly. She watched him smirk at her. The vodka did go down smooth. She could feel it warm her torso and then out to her extremities. It was a sensual sensation. It was almost as good as the sensation of his warm leg against hers.
“You like?” he asked, drinking down his own shot.
“I like,” she smiled at him. She liked everything within her reach.
Their food was delivered, a small variety of sushi, all looking very appealing. Alex flashed his brilliant smile up at the waitress. Zoey watched her blush when he thanked her. He picked up a Shrimp Nigiri and tossed it back.
“Eat. Vodka is better with food.”
She picked up a Surimi roll and tasted it. It was quite good. She couldn’t keep from smiling at him. He was enjoying the music. She could feel his leg moving to the beat against hers. He poured them another shot of Vodka. This one did not cause her to cough at all. She nibbled on another piece of Surimi.
“Come,” he ordered, taking her hand. He led her outside the Sushi bar and up to the fourth floor. This was a huge club with a live band and lighting to match the techno sound. It was filled with people. He held her hand tightly as they made their way through the crowd. It was very loud in here. She doubted if he could hear her if she spoke. She watched him dance with a smile. He was so like a child, jubilant and carefree. She didn’t really dance to this kind of music. It was a little to chaotic for her, like having a heart attack, but she did her best. She had fun trying to keep up with him. They danced until she thought she would drop, then the band began to play something a little bit slower and she felt more comfortable. She closed her eyes for a moment. She enjoyed music that allowed her to sway her hips a little bit more. This music washed over her like waves from the ocean. She felt his hands on her hips. He began to sway with her, pressing his hips against her and sliding his hand around to her lower back. She ran her hand up to his strong shoulder. She looked up at him. His blue eyes sparkled in the lights of the club. She enjoyed feeling his body against hers. By the way he was looking at her, he enjoyed it too. She brushed her fingers up to the back of his neck and into his hair. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He had her mesmerized with his gaze until there was no one left in the club. There was no one but the two of them on the entire planet.
The Hotel National was quiet when they stopped outside her door. He placed his hand against it over her shoulder and leaned in slowly for a kiss. But he pulled away with a smirk. He leaned in lower against her neck and brushed his lips across the top of her collarbone. He stopped and pulled away again. She let out a frustrated sigh.
“Why are you teasing me?”
“The last time I was at this door, you make me wait.”
“Oh, um, yes,” she breathed and looked up into his eyes.
“Maybe I make you wait,” he teased. She swallowed hard.
“You could,” she whispered and bit her bottom lip.
He slid his hand up the back her neck and pressed her body up against the door with his. He smothered her mouth with his and kissed her urgently. He firmly grabbed her buttocks and slid his knee between her legs. He began to slide his hand under the hem of her dress and up her thigh. He released her slightly and smiled. She stared up into his eyes deliriously.
“Open the door.”
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