The Touch Series: Initiation by Cecilia Lonski Read Free Book Online Page B

guests. Some of the dancing looked like it needed the words “Parental Advisory” flashing somewhere. I wasn't sure how that wasn't going against the rules.
                  At one point, Artie came to me to explain that the guests were new business clients of Josef's from Asia and wanted to have a party before they went back home. Then we started talking about other things which made me feel better about the night until a pretty waitress caught his eye. I allowed for him to excuse himself, knowing well that Artie had a severe weakness when it came to the opposite sex.
                  I took another glass of champagne from another waitress and began to sip when I noticed Josef heading my way. I slowly turned around to see if there was someone behind me he was going towards.
    There was no one there. My heart felt like it dropped. He stopped right in front of me, blocking my view of the others.
                  “Am I going to get a lecture?” That had to be the reason he came to me. Why would he waste his time on me when he had other, more entertaining, guests.
                  He cocked his head to one side. “Do you want one?”
                  I shook my head. “No. I'm good. Thanks.”
                  His lips were pressed into a line. “You don't socialize well, do you?”
                  Was it that obvious? “Well it's hard when no one likes you.” I took another sip of champagne as I looked away to stare at the other girls who were having a good time with one another. “I thought I graduated from high school. But apparently not.” I rolled my eyes before I took another sip.
                  “Try to make an effort. I want all of the girls in the group to get along and have fun.”
                  Was he serious? I looked at him. His eyes were slightly sympathetic. And I actually couldn’t be angry with him.
                  “Is work always like this for you, fun and games?”
                  He stepped closer to me and I wasn't sure if I was completely okay with it. I didn't think that my heart could flutter any more than it already was. And I was nervous about what the mix of alcohol would do to my system as I was internally melting simply by being in his presence.
                  “It's what the client usually wants. Landing business deals and making money makes people happy but getting drunk with beautiful women is a pleasure in its own class.”
                  “But we're not supposed to get drunk, right?”
                  He shook his head. “No.”
                  “I see.” I looked towards the dance floor for a few seconds before turning back to Josef who was smirking as he looked at me. “What? You're making me nervous.”
                  “Good.”
                  I took another sip of champagne. It was the only way from keeping him from seeing my grin after his very honest response. “Are you going to ask me to dance, Sir?”             
                  He titled his head back and sighed. “I don't dance.”
                  “So you said. But we have a dance floor and you have access to a trained professional who can show you some moves.”
                  He laughed softly. “'Access'?”
                  I blushed and felt flustered again. I really needed to think before I spoke. “Excuse my dirty mind. It doesn't bother you, does it?” Somewhere, deep down inside, I felt as if perhaps I could control the conversation, even if just a little.
                  “I usually don't.”
                  “So, it's still a 'no' to the dancing?” I started grooving to the music from side to side in hopes to persuade him to change his mind or at least lighten up, especially after the cold conversation we had