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Seventeen Days of Gold Chapter Four - Part 2 "OK, it's a dance club, but I don't want to look too hoochie tonight." I said to myself, looking over my sparse wardrobe. I've learned to live out of a suitcase, but I longed for a closet full of clothes, like any other woman. I did manage to pick up intriguing outfits from different cities and countries, incorporating them into my own eclectic style. At least it was never boring. But tonight I wanted to be comfortable. I had a feeling I may have my hands full trying to bodyguard Apolo. I chose my faded hip-hugging jeans to go with my ankle high cowboy booties and a light blue, button down shirt. I fastened three of the buttons, leaving just the right amount of cleavage and midriff exposed. I left my hair down for the night, and as I brushed it, contemplated how a navel ring may look on me. Hmm, maybe this summer. Apolo knocked on my door, breaking my warm weather thoughts. “Ready yet?” He asked, standing there in a black shirt with a red and yellow flame trim on the hem, and black pants with…brown shoes? I smiled to myself. Men can never dress themselves, but I do suppose the brown sort of goes with the red and yellow? “You look nice.” I told him, putting on my silver bracelet and grabbing my turquoise earrings off the dresser. He really did look nice, despite the shoes faux pas. His long hair was neatly brushed, and without the distracting headband, I noticed a little more of a hazel gleam to his eyes. Apolo chewed on his bottom lip as he looked me over. “You too.” He replied. His tone of voice caused a little blush to creep up. Where the hell was that coming from? I turned away quickly and snatched my purse and phone off the bed. “Come on,” I said, “let’s get this over with." Raskal's was more crowded than I expected for a Wednesday night, but then again, everyone in Utah seemed to be on some sort of Olympic vacation. And here I am, working, as always. Rusty and I were the assigned booze-buyers for the evening, filling the rest of the youngsters' orders. Since I was on the job, I couldn't afford my judgment or reactions to be slowed by alcohol, so I simply nursed a scotch and soda for most of the night. Apolo, meanwhile, was taking advantage of my purchases, making me feel more and more like a chaperone. I declined dancing for the night as well, as it would be too difficult to watch Apolo from the crowded dance floor, unless he was dancing with me. For the first half of the night, he didn't seem interested in doing so, and danced away with some of the girls from the short track team. Wonderful way to promote our relationship, I thought, though no reporters were apparent in the club. I was bored out of my skull. I leaned back in my chair with my legs stretched out and crossed in front of me, sipping my drink. I watched Apolo intently. His moves on the dance floor were only surpassed by those on the ice. A thought of just how hot he looked out there entered my mind, followed by a small pang of jealousy that I wasn't the one he was dancing with. I quickly scolded myself for the notion. I can't stand this guy, remember?  Yesterday I even let him know how much I disliked him. But I'm over the anger at being reassigned, so now what? I thought he was good looking the first day I met him, but I hated his attitude, and I still do. But something keeps threatening to break through my wall. Maybe it's his smile, maybe it's his charm, maybe it's the way he looks at me, undressing me with his eyes, like he's doing right now, as he's sauntering back to me and my lonely table. I put my cold exterior back on before he could read my thoughts. "I thought you said you could dance?" He said, looking down at me. A bead of sweat rolled down his jaw and strands of hair stuck to his forehead. "I'm on the job, remember? I can't take my eyes off of you." And I wanted that line back as soon as I said it. Apolo didn't miss it. "Are you sure that's just 'cause of your job?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes--I knew that was coming. "Yes, I'm sure it's just 'cause of my job." I mocked him. "I can't watch you from the dance floor if I can't see you." "Excuses, excuses." He taunted. Fine, if he's going to be that way about it. I stood up, as I heard the first few notes of Madonna's "Don't Tell Me" and saw a group of girls attempting a line dance out on the floor. I've been watching people dance all night and I needed to get it out of my system. I placed my hand on his chest, guiding him backwards and singing the first few lines of the song at him, before joining the group on the floor. I fell in line and felt the night's frustrations lift as I danced in sync with the girls. Apolo watched me from the table, joined by Dan and Shani. He swigged his drink, and then made his way toward me. I broke from the group to join him, still dancing, and draped my arms around his neck. I realized my boots made me a couple inches taller than him. “Is this better, shorty?” I laughed, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off his forehead. “Oh yeah.” He said, putting one arm around my waist. The song mixed into another number from Kylie, and we continued dancing. I didn’t mind the occasional bumping of our hips and his touches along my waist. Dancing was such a release, I felt like another person, free of tensions and cares. The way he looked at me made me feel so desirable that his touch on my bare midriff was almost electric. We danced for quite a while as I got lost in the music. I don’t know what was possessing me, but I couldn’t tear myself away from his hazel eyes. We were so close to one another, I could smell his cologne mixed with his sweat. His moves were sexy and so tempting. Good Lord, he was turning me on and I was scaring myself. A slow R&B song came on, I had to make a break for it. “No. No slow dances.” I shook my head, pushing him away. “I’ve got to sit down for a bit.” He nodded and followed me back to the table, where Rusty had procured a few more beverages for him. Apolo was getting rather loud and boisterous, I doubted he needed any more to drink. The boys stood opposite the table from me, talking low to each other. I couldn’t make out their conversation, but I noticed Apolo glancing at me from time to time. I thought little of it and went back to watching the crowd for any suspicious characters. Scene Music: "Don't Tell Me" by Madonna "Can't Get You Out of My Head" by Kylie Minogue Copyright Material TMS2002 Chapter 4, pt. 3 Return to Home Back to Chapter 4, pt. 1   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)