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.
