Текст книги "Truth Or Dare"

Автор книги: Aimee McNeil

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Chapter Fifteen

Sophie tried to resist the rousing of her body. She was tired and the morning light was too bright as it pulled her from sleep. She brushed her hair from her face before stretching. Her hand ran up a warm hard body, it felt marvelous under her fingers. A delighted moan escaped her lips before reality cleared her mind. Sophie sat up abruptly, looking down at Ashton sprawled out asleep in her bed. She untangled her legs from his, trying to retreat from her bed as quickly as possible. She couldn’t even appreciate how perfect he looked in only his underwear laying on her colorful, girly sheets. He looked too large for her double bed with his feet hanging off the end.

Ashton began to stir when she bolted ungracefully from bed. He lifted his head and raked his hands down over his face. “What’s wrong?” His voice was deep from sleep.

Sophie looked down and noticed she didn’t have any clothes on. “I’m naked,” Sophie gasped.

“I know. It’s fucking awesome.” He smiled lazily. Sophie grabbed a blanket off her bed and tried to cover herself. “Don’t get shy now.” He groaned when his eyes could not ravage her bare flesh.

“Did we…?” Sophie motioned between them. “Did we have sex?”

“You don’t remember?” He leaned up on his elbows.

“Oh my god.” Sophie began to panic. She grabbed her duffle bag and started throwing clothes in from her closet and dresser. “Oh my god,” she repeated as if a broken record, each one building in her panic.

“What are you doing?” Ashton sat up and watched her dart around the room.

“I have to go to my mother’s. I told her I was going to stay with her this weekend…I gotta go. Oh my god.” Sophie rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and leaning against the counter, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t remember how she got home last night or anything else that apparently happened once they got there. She was so confused she didn’t know how she should feel—disappointment, fear, anger? They all swirled in her stomach, causing her to feel uneasy. This is a nightmare! She closed her eyes and took deep calming breaths. A knock on her door caused her to yelp in surprise. “Sophie? Are you okay?” Ashton’s voice was hesitant. She could feel him standing close on the other side of the door.

“Yeah. Be out in a minute.” Her voice sounded pathetically small and terrified. Gathering all her courage, she opened the bathroom door.

Ashton was pulling his shirt down over his sculpted torso when Sophie stepped out of the washroom. Suddenly more than anything she wanted to remember what it was like when they were together. She spent so many hours fantasizing about being with him and when she finally did she didn’t even remember it. He looked back at her with an unreadable expression. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say in this situation. She didn’t know what she said to him last night and the thought terrified her.

“It’s probably best for you to go,” Sophie confessed. The look in his eyes immediately made her regret it, but the truth was she needed time to think. She felt like she was losing control, struggling to stay above water.

He clenched his jaw, staring back at her with his dark eyes. “You asked me to stay last night.” He let his anger slip into his voice. The pain in his expression chipped away at her anger. He got what he wanted, he should have been relieved to have an excuse to leave, but instead Sophie was left feeling like the bad guy. She held onto the tears that threatened to fall.

Ashton turned on his heel and walked out of her apartment without even glancing back at her. He took all the air from the room when he left. She wrapped he arms around herself and released the tears that were waiting to fall. It was the perfect ending to her tragic obsession with a boy that was destined to break her. She couldn’t have written a better ending if she tried. Never knowing what it was like to have him take her in the most intimate way possible, she would always be left wondering.

***

Her mother’s face was a welcome sight after surviving the bus ride torturing herself with thoughts of Ashton. Her head felt heavy from the night before. She had checked her phone constantly the entire drive with the ridiculous hope that he would send her a message, anything just to know that he thought of her for even just a moment since he left her apartment.

“Sophie, love. Come in.” Her mother wrapped her arms around her tight, forcing the tears to resurface. “I’ll make us some tea and we can talk about it.” Her mother wiped a tear away from Sophie’s cheek. She could see her own eyes in her mother’s, the same light green, though her mother’s always seemed more soulful and welcoming. Even lined with years of laughter, worry, and days lying in the sun, they were always so captivatingly beautiful.

Sophie sat at her mother’s small round kitchen table covered with wedding brochures and magazines. It looked like everything had been attacked by sticky notes. Her mother sat a large steaming mug in front of her before grabbing a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, pulling the cover off, and sticking two spoons in.

“You are the best mom ever.”

“It’s because I splurge for the good stuff.” She smiled brightly, scooping a big spoonful of the rich, flavorful ice cream. “Tell me why you’re upset.”

Sophie grabbed the other spoon and scraped the ice cream along the surface, making it curl in on the spoon. She let it melt on her tongue. “Yummy. It seems like forever ago we had ice cream like this. I applaud your choice in flavor, by the way.” Cookies and cream was always their favorite.

“I picked it up when you said you were coming home this weekend. I didn’t realize then how much we would actually need it.” She smiled her concerned mom smile Sophie had seen so many times growing up. It was familiar and comforting, a reminder that her mother was always there for her. “I’m gonna guess that it’s a boy causing these tears.”

“Yes…A very frustrating, irritating…”Sophie trailed off.

Her mom reached over and squeezed her hand. “Well, this conversation sounds familiar. I think you used those same words before. Don’t tell me we’re discussing Ashton King again?”

Sophie sighed. “The one and only. He’s up to his old tricks again. He’s Margaret Darcy’s grandson. I unknowingly walked right into having him in my life again. I can’t escape him.”

“I don’t know your history other than the few things that I have weaseled out of you over the years, but a boy who invests that much time in anything is interested, trust me. One day you’ll find out what is truly in his heart.”

“I don’t know what scares me more, finding out you’re right or finding out you aren’t.” Sophie collapsed on the table. “I know it’s not good to want to be with him, but I do anyway. One moment he’s the same mean guy he was in high school, the next…I want to be with him so much it hurts sometimes. I don’t know which way is up anymore.”

“Is my baby girl in love?” Her mother raised her eyebrow suspiciously.

“No,” Sophie growled her denial. “He just makes me feel lost. I just need him out of my life so I can think straight.”

“I know that I tainted your view of love, it breaks my heart knowing what I put you through, but even after all those years of failed, horrible relationships I finally found love, making all that pain worth it. Do you think that all of this would start making sense if you just opened up your heart and see where it takes you?”

“I’m scared.”

“Aren’t we all? Just promise me that you won’t miss out on one of the greatest parts of life because you’re scared of getting hurt.”

“Mom…he hates me,” Sophie said discouragingly.

“I sincerely doubt that. Do you want me to beat some sense into him?” her mother teased. “I could get Peter to arrest him under some bogus charge.”

“Don’t offer that because I might take you up on it,” Sophie said thoughtfully, licking her spoon. “He has so much power over me. I have never actually given him my heart and yet he finds a way to break it time after time. What happens if I actually do give it to him? These feeling are too deep, too wide, too everything. Can I survive it?”

“It certainly sounds like love.” Her mother placed her hand on her shoulder. “I would do anything for you, you know that, right?”

“I know…let’s focus on planning your wedding. That’s what I want to do right now.” Sophie sat up straighter in her chair. She was amazed how much better she felt being with her mom. “Thinking about Ashton just makes me feel angry right now.”

“Okay, but this conversation is not over.” Her mother leaned in to give her a hug.

A couple hours later Sophie and her mother were buried in all the magazines her mother had spread out. They were going over every detail of the plans while the music selection for the reception played in the background. Her mother had downloaded popular wedding tunes and the list included music from every genre. They laughed and sang along to “Sex Bomb,” turning it up and dancing around the kitchen.

“Seriously, Mom, you have to at least play some music from this decade,” Sophie said, falling into her chair.

“I know but that one is definitely in.” She laughed.

“I’m a lucky guy to come home to two of the most beautiful women in the whole world.” Peter walked in the kitchen dressed in his police uniform. He had salt and pepper short cropped hair, deep brown eyes, and a square jaw. Sophie watched her mother’s face light up when he walked into the room, like he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

“Hey Peter.” Sophie stood up to give him a hug.

“Hey Sophie, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Your mother is driving me crazy talking about every little detail of the wedding.” He patted her on the head like she was a little girl after he hugged her tightly.

“Hey there, Peter, watch it. You don’t want me turning into bridezilla,” she warned.

“Not even possible, Rachael.” He wrapped his arms around her mother and kissed her on the head before looking over at Sophie. He mouthed to Sophie so her mother couldn’t hear that she was already a bridezilla. Her mother caught on when Sophie laughed and elbowed him jokingly in the stomach.

“Hey now, you might break your elbow on my abs of steel.” He laughed.

Sophie couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as her mother and Peter danced around the kitchen floor. He spun her around, dipping her so low her mother squealed with delight before he kissed her silent. It was beautiful to see her mother so happy. Peter showed her how much he cared for her in every touch, every smile, and every look.

Peter grilled his famous hamburgers for supper, and they spent the evening sitting under the stars, enjoying each other’s company. It was the first time that she really spent an extended period of time around Peter and her mother together. They both asked endless questions about classes finishing up, her new job, and about her painting.

Her mother teased her about it being the first time she had seen her in a long time without paint staining her hands or smudged through her hair. Peter fit so perfectly, like they were always waiting for him to come along to complete their little puzzle. She was so glad her mother found someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. They moved like magnets, an invisible force always drawing them closer.

Peter excitedly spoke of his tales fighting crime. He loved doing his part to keep people safe; she knew that look in his eye when he spoke about his job. It was the same look she donned when she held a paintbrush in her hand. It was the feeling that warmed you from the inside out when you realized that you had found your purpose in life, knowing without a doubt that you are doing what you were created for.

When the night eventually won the battle and they could not resist the temptation of sleep anymore, Sophie retreated to the spare room in her mother’s small two-bedroom rental house. The room had only been Sophie’s for a short time before she moved into her own place to attend school. When she crawled into bed she checked her phone for any messages before she went to bed. There was a frantic message from Mel, actually multiple messages. Sophie called her back and let her know that she was fine and staying with her mom this weekend. After a couple of choice words from Mel, who ranted on about leaving her hanging all day, Sophie said she would see her on Monday.

There was another message that made Sophie’s stomach drop when she noticed it was from Ashton. It was a voice message, and when she listened to the sound of his voice it made her insides ache. “Hi Sophie…I don’t really know what I should say, but from the look on your face this morning, sorry is probably where to start. I apologize for last night. I don’t even know what to say to make this better. Have a good time with your mother and I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

Sophie dialed his number with shaking fingers. His beautiful deep voice answered after the first ring. She liked the thought that he was waiting for her call.

“Hey Sophie.” He spoke cautiously like he didn’t know what direction this conversation would take.”

“Why did you lead me to believe you were Jack? Did you think that I wouldn’t find out? Was it your intention to make me feel like a complete idiot?”

There was a moment of silence before Ashton spoke. “When you thought I was Jack…I just went for it. I thought I might be able to figure out how to get close to you. I don’t know what I was thinking, Sophie, but I fucking loved that you started opening up to me.”

There was a stretch of silence that lingered between them until Sophie spoke. “I was thinking about last night and there is a favor that I would like to ask.” Sophie tried to sound confident.

“Sure.” His tone eased slightly.

“When I get home tomorrow night, will you come over to my place?” Sophie tried to keep her words smooth but they felt like they wavered as they flowed from her lips.

“Are you planning to beat me up?” His tone turned lighter. Sophie let out a breath of relief and they both stared to relax.

“No, actually, I was hoping you could give me a play by play of what happened last night because I don’t remember…I wanted to know what it was like…being with you.” Sophie’s words dropped off like the ground fell out beneath them. She quieted, waiting for him to respond.

“Okay.” He drew out the word in confusion. “Let me get this straight. You are asking me to come over to your house tomorrow night to sleep with you?”

“Ah…yes? I won’t be home till around ten, though. I’m not sure if that’s too late.” Sophie’s words trailed off.

“I’ll be there.”

Sophie went to bed with a smile on her face. It was not possible to find a happy ending with their history, but at least she would know what it was like to have him physically. Maybe it would finally ease her desire for him. Maybe being with him was what she needed to get over him. Nothing else seemed to work so far. Excitement and anxiety of what was to come made it hard for her to fall asleep.

***

The next day Sophie and her mother browsed the local dress shops. Her mother was still unsure in regards to her dress. With her wedding less than two months away she was getting nervous.

“What do you think?” Her mother stepped up onto the platform in front of a large mirror. It was the eighth dress she had tried and none of them brought out the reaction Sophie was waiting for.

“You aren’t smiling,” Sophie commented as her mother twirled around to show off all the details of the dress.

“It’s just…I have a certain style in mind and I can’t seem to find it in my budget.” She scrunched up her face in the mirror, making Sophie laugh.

“If you let me know what you want I could try and make it for you,” Sophie offered.

Sophie watched her mother’s face light up. “Really? Are you sure you have time for that?”

“Of course. We can go look at fabrics if you want.”

“Yay! You make the most beautiful things.” Her mother hopped off the platform and disappeared into the changing room. “Before we leave I want you to try on the dress I picked out for you,” she said from behind the curtain.

Sophie and her mother both agreed on the dress she had selected for her. It was a strapless red dress, similar to the dresses she’d already selected for her bridesmaids, only they were in black, although hers was more elaborate than the simple design of the others, having lace detail around the bodice. The bottom flowed gracefully around her thighs.

The fabric store brought back so many memories as she walked through the familiar aisles. She hadn’t been to this store since she had moved. She and her mother shuffled through all of the material that was suitable for a wedding dress. She gravitated toward the off-white material, trying to create more of a vintage design. Sophie lifted up a soft material that caught her eye.

“Perfect!” her mother agreed. Before they left the store they had also found some elegant lace that paired with the fabric beautifully. Her mother couldn’t have been more excited.

Sitting in the cake shop, her mother sketched out the basic idea she had, giving Sophie the direction she needed to create the dress. She had never fashioned a wedding dress before but the idea of it was not new to her. She had created many dresses and she was confident that it would turn out. They were served tea by the woman who had brought out samples of the different flavors of wedding cakes available.

“Peter likes everything, so I knew he would be useless helping me make this decision.” Her mother chuckled. “He even says he loves my burnt pancakes.”

For as long as Sophie could remember, her mother had always burned the pancakes she made—she was easily distracted and had a habit of putting the burner on high. “You guys are perfect for each other.”

“I know. I am so happy, Sophie.” Her mother grabbed her hand. “Sometimes I think it’s too good to be true and that I’m going to wake up and this is all a dream.”

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” Her mother smiled warmly. “I have a surprise for us to do when we leave here. We’re going to get our nails done. I booked an appointment for us. It’s the place that’s doing our hair and makeup for the wedding.”

“Sounds good to me. So does this French vanilla cake.” Sophie savored the taste. “With the strawberry layers.”

“Yeah…it’s my favorite too.”

Chapter Sixteen

Sophie looked down at the pale pink color being applied to her nails while she listened to the endless one-sided conversation from the girl painting them. When Sophie sat down she recognized the girl from somewhere but she couldn’t place her. She didn’t have to wait long to make the connection. As it turned out, Marsha had gone to high school with Sophie.

Marsha felt it necessary to fill Sophie in on all the latest gossip she had recently heard from their graduating class. Her face was fuller than it had been in high school but other than being slightly heavier, she looked the same as Sophie remembered her. Marsha used to follow wherever the excitement led, changing friends like someone changes clothes. Her natural red hair was untamed and pulled back into a frizzy mess on the top of her head and her makeup looked like she couldn’t decide on a certain idea, so she blended different techniques together to create an awkward look that did nothing to enhance her features.

The names Marsha mentioned washed over Sophie. She barely recognized most of them. She nodded politely as Marsha paraded on endlessly. It was only when Ashton’s name came into the conversation that Sophie perked up.

“Apparently he just came into town and beat the…” Marsha looked around to see who was watching her before she continued. “…shit out of Collin. Collin looked horrible with two black eyes and a busted lip, but if you ask me that creep deserved it, always treating girls like they were objects.”

“Does anyone know why Ashton beat up Collin?” Sophie asked curiously. In the back of her mind she wondered if it had anything to do with her confession of what Collin had done to her on prom night. It was nice to think that Ashton would defend her honor, but she didn’t read too much into it. It could have been anything. For all she knew Ashton and Collin were still friends and could have had an argument about anything.

“No…who knows? I hadn’t seen Ashton in a while. He left right after high school, traveling and working for his father and all that. You know, off being the gorgeous golden boy that he was.”

Sophie shook her head like she had no idea what Ashton was up to. “Yeah, well. You can probably recall we weren’t on great terms.” Sophie shrugged.

“Yeah, whatever.” Marsha rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew that Ashton had a thing for you. What boy didn’t?”

“What are you talking about?” Sophie was completely confused by her statement.

“Every guy in our entire school was enamored by you but no one would dare even approach you because they were scared of Ashton, who had threatened them all to back off.” Marsha widened her eyes as she purged her gossip.

“Ashton hated me,” Sophie objected.

“No one knows why you guys had this weird hate thing going on when it was clearly not the case. The only thing I could figure is that he was trying to keep Lucinda off your case. That girl would have torn you apart if you had stolen her man. As bad as she was to you, it could have been much worse.”

“I highly doubt that. That girl loathed me and made me miserable.”

“Because her boyfriend only had eyes for you,” Marsha explained. “How did you not know all this? Did you seriously think he hated you?”

“Yes, of course I did. I know he did. He and Lucinda always found ways to make sure I knew it,” Sophie defended herself.

“Think whatever you want, I guess. You probably just have to point at a guy to have him come with his tail wagging.” Marsha’s tone was almost bitter as she released Sophie’s hands. “I, on the other hand, have to practically pay a man to even look in my direction.”

“Thank you, Marsha.” Sophie smiled politely, taking the opportunity to leave. Marsha was becoming a little overwhelming and she was anxious to leave.

***

Sophie enjoyed a meal with her mother at their favorite restaurant before she left that evening. Her mother and Peter both insisted on driving her home. Anticipation twisted her stomach in knots on the ride home. She texted to see if Ashton was still coming over to her place, he responded with a quick yes. A nervous excitement made her unable to sit still. The ride home seemed to last forever before Peter pulled to a stop in front of her apartment. After saying goodbye to her mother and Peter, she headed inside. She had told Ashton to come at ten, leaving her enough time to shower and get ready before he arrived.

Once in her apartment she quickly unpacked her things, straightened up her place, and then jumped in the shower. Trying to calm her nerves was not an easy task. She felt as if her skin could not contain her, so much untamed energy rattled through her. She took care in selecting her underwear and slipped on a night dress that made her feel sexy. The thin material clung to her body and the narrow line of lace that lay over the top of her breasts was very complementary. Once she had dried her hair she checked the time and realized she had only minutes until Ashton would arrive.

When his knock sounded through the room she was too nervous to walk toward the door. After his second knock she took a deep breath and forced her legs to move. Turning the door knob, she pulled it open to reveal Ashton. His tall powerful frame filled her line of vision and she found it hard to remember to breathe. He looked like he belonged to a fairytale as the impossibly handsome prince that sweeps the girl off her feet. She felt more than swept in that moment, blown away was a better description. She realized she wanted more than anything for Marsha to be right.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t home.” He smiled.

“I’m home,” Sophie confirmed nervously.

He tilted his head with a crooked smile. “I see that.” He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Sophie tried to stop her legs from shaking. “So, I’m not exactly sure what you want of me,” he stated, standing before her with a curious expression.

“First, I want to apologize for how I acted yesterday morning. It was overwhelming waking up with no memory of what happened the night before and I panicked.”

“Understandable,” he responded as he leaned against the door frame.

“And…I want you to show me what happened…step by step, if possible,” she said as heat pulled at her cheeks, making them feel heavy when she spoke. “I know this may seem ridiculous to you but I can’t stand not knowing how it went down between us.” Sophie waved her hand between them nervously.

“Went down?” He chuckled. Sophie could feel his power as it radiated off him, calling to every part of her. He reached down and took her tentative hands, placing them around his neck. Leaning down, he grabbed hold of her bottom and pulled her body up into his arms. “This is what happened first.” He breathed hotly against her ear.

“Are you sure we didn’t talk first?” Sophie said breathlessly. She tried to keep her body from shaking but to no avail. He smiled at her nervousness.

“You might have said something like the fact that you think I am ridiculously handsome and you want me to take your clothes off.” Ashton’s tone was dangerously playful. He was enjoying himself. She could see it in his eyes.

Sophie’s eyes widened. “I said that?” She gasped.

“Yes.” He leaned in and grazed his lips across her cheek.

“What did you say?” Sophie’s heartbeat was wild in her chest.

“I said…okay.” She could feel his smile against her neck.

“You just said okay? That’s it?” Sophie narrowed her eyes and pulled back to see his face.

He shrugged innocently. “Then I said…goodbye dress, as I did this.” Ashton let her slip out of his grasp without realizing he still had hold of her night dress, pulling it up over her head.

“Ashton?” Sophie inhaled sharply, covering her body the best she could with only her arms. Her lacy bra and panties left little to the imagination.

“You said you wanted a play by play.” He tossed her dress to the side when she tried to grab for it.

“I do,” Sophie relented. “Is this really what happened?”

“Yes,” he said, looking down at her shamelessly, his eyes taking in her every curve. She let her arms fall to her sides, liking the way his eyes took her in.

“Are you going to tell me that I confessed all my feelings for you and threw myself at you?” Sophie narrowed her eyes at him, searching his expression for the truth she was looking for.

“Yes, exactly. I thought you said you didn’t remember.” Ashton tilted her chin up toward him, leaning in close. “This is the part where you kissed me.”

Sophie took a deep breath and raised herself up on her toes, her fingers grabbing hold of the material of his shirt and pulling him down as her intended kiss ripened her lips.

“Oh…before you kissed me you said you wanted me. You should probably say that now if you want this to be a true representation.” His lips curled up deviously.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind. I thought it wouldn’t be so…me being so…” Sophie tried to pull away but Ashton grabbed her by the arms, pulling her in closer.

“Ask me what I said then.”

“What?”

“Ask me what I said after you said that you wanted me so bad you can’t stand it?” he said, this time his eyes were serious as he looked into hers.

“I really said that?” Ashton only nodded. The intensity in his eyes was making her insides tighten. “What did you say then?” she whispered, not breaking their eye contact.

“I said…I wanted you more.” Sophie gasped at his confession. It was unexpected and she hadn’t realized how much she wanted to hear those words until he said them. He closed his lips around hers, impatiently exploring her mouth. Sophie melted into him, pulling herself up to deepen their kiss. He pulled her up like she weighed nothing at all, pressing her body against his. Sophie wanted to memorize everything about him. How his hair felt as she ran her fingers through it, how his strong shoulders tensed with her touch. How it felt like she was the only girl in the world when he kissed her.

Sophie hadn’t even realized that Ashton had moved them to the bed, she was so lost in the way his lips pleased hers. He sat down on the bed with her straddling his lap. A giggle erupted from Sophie as they tried to situate themselves.

“I like that sound,” Ashton confessed as he grabbed her hand and kissed each knuckle. “You put a song on when we got to the bed.” He nodded toward her iPod sitting on her nightstand.

Sophie felt a scowl form upon her brow. “What did I put on?”

“I’ll show you.” Ashton reached over and grabbed the iPod. Turning it on, he scrolled through the playlist.

A smile spread across her face as she noticed his lips moving as he shuffled through the music.

“What?” He looked up at her. He was handsome with his entrancing blue eyes and hair that was all disheveled from Sophie running her fingers through it. He looked so sexy that she leaned in and kissed his lips gently, slowly. “Mmm…you taste so good,” He confessed. Her insides tightened in response to his words.

“This is it.” He pushed play and “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls began playing.

“This is what I put on?” Sophie raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yep.” He grinned.

“What did I do then?”

“You danced.” He leaned back on his elbows and nodded toward the floor behind her.

“What? I danced?” she asked with serious doubt.

“Yes, I’m serious. You danced your sexy little heart out.”

Sophie took a deep breath and stood up. She shook her head for a moment. “Fine…don’t laugh at me.” She narrowed her eyes accusingly.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He raised his hands slightly off the bed.

Sophie moved slowly at first, trying to get past her nerves. She closed her eyes and felt the music call to her body. She smiled to herself as she fell into a groove. “Like this?” she asked, opening her eyes.

He stared back at her with dark eyes, nodding to her question. Her confidence found her as she got into the music. Turning around, she moved her hips to the music. “What did I do next?” she asked as she danced along sensually.