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Onus Angelorum — Shall We Dance
Chapter 11 — Henry and Alerie at the reception.
Henry put his fork on his plate and pinched my arm lightly. “Are you done with your dinner?”
“I’ve decided I’m not going to eat the green tops on my carrots. I could, but I’m choosing not to. A clutch big enough for my phone, and a protein bar would have been a better choice.”
Henry laughed and pulled his napkin off his lap. “Let’s get a drink. Did I spill anything on my shirt?”
I hopped off my chair and took Henry’s arm. “Nope, but there’s a chunk of bread crumb in my corset that’s not coming out without a fight.” The table laughed at my situation. Everyone seemed to relax a bit.
“Lead me to the liquor, my Sweet.” Henry patted my arm.
Once we were away from the table. “So, how am I doing so far?”
“Perfect, you are too perfect. So far, I’ve been accused of buying your services for the evening and of somehow tricking you into coming with me.”
“Ha, buying my services? Do I have an app?” We made it to the bar. The flirty female bartender handed me a pink and purple concoction with a wink.
“And what can I get for you, Sir? The woman spoke loudly. Henry cracked a smile.
“Whiskey, two ice cubes and a tall glass. My aunt Chick will keep something special for family back there, thank you.” Henry rolled his watch around his wrist and checked the time. “Should be time for the first dance soon.”
“Ooo, how fun, you’re a dancer. So hard to find a straight man who will dance at public events.” I realized there were several people eves dropping on our conversation. “Privately, all I need is my whip to get most men to anything.” Two of my eavesdroppers turned away. The bartender started to snicker.
“Shit Al, that explains a lot,” Henry exclaimed, laughing.
“I was just fucking with a few nosy people. I’m not going to whip you. Unless you want me to? I mean, I could learn if you’re into those sorts of things.” I couldn’t tell what Henry thought. His face didn’t change.
“Wait, so you would learn bondage games if I wanted you to?” Henry felt around for the top of the barstool next to him.
