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There always seemed, at least to Rowena, to be a thin cloud of
smoke hovering above the dance floor. Even though smoking was
strictly
prohibited at the Indigo, if she closed her eyes, she could imagine
ladies in
retro dresses and high heels sitting up by the stage, taking drags
off of long
cigarettes in stylish holders. From behind the bar, she smiled
to herself.
The new swing craze had definitely given pop culture a grand style.
The band began another song - she recognized it as the jazz version
of Van Morrison's "Moondance." A great song ... she'd loved Michael
Feinstein's version from a few years ago. She tapped the bartender
on the
shoulder. "I'll be out on the floor," she yelled over the music.
Rowena felt her heels clicking on the floor as she walked, in
perfect
time with the music. The dance floor was filled with couples,
dancing
sensuously, and she gazed longingly at them. It had been too
long since
she'd had a dance partner ... they were too few and too far
between.
As if someone had read her thoughts, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She whirled around and found herself face to face with a man ... a
very
handsome man, she noted, looking up. The mere fact that she had
to look
up to see his face impressed her; at 5'10", men taller than her were
hard to
come by.
He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
She didn't hesitate - after all, she'd just been wishing for a
partner.
"Indeed you may."
“I’m Kevin,” he introduced himself.
“Nice to meet you, Kevin.”
They began very simply, so Rowena took the opportunity to check
out her dance partner. Okay, so "very handsome" didn't even begin
to
describe him ... his black hair was slightly mussed, his green eyes
sparkled
in the club lights, and besides, he had a body to die for. She
made a mental
note to thank whatever deity had heard her whining, and to pray to
that
deity more often. He could dance, too - his movements were
lighter than
she expected from a man his size. Yep, she could develop a serious
lust for
this guy.
The music was too loud for conversation, which was just fine with
her. She found herself having to concentrate to remember the
dance steps
... Kevin, it seemed, though, was having no such troubles. She
met his gaze,
and he smiled at her. Oh, god, if she wasn't working tonight
... but she was.
Damn it anyway - she'd have considered a one night stand for him.
The music ended, and Rowena found herself in a somewhat
compromising position - pressed against Kevin’s very hard chest.
She
pulled back regretfully, noting the scent of his cologne. She'd
have to figure
out what kind that was, and give Derek a bottle for his birthday.
He was
always trying to figure out how to attract more women, anyway.
Kevin leaned over and kissed her hand, and looked like he was
going to say something. She cut him off, winking at him.
"Thanks for the
dance ... see you around, I hope." Before he could respond, she
turned and
walked back towards the bar, grinning silently to herself. If
she couldn't
have him, it was at least fun to be mysterious.
