I don't own the charakters. They're Janet Evanovich's, only Steve is mine. ; )
It's not that I have a problem with it, but sometimes it's really exhausting to have to men in your life. Especially when it's Superman and Batman. You may be wondering what my problem is. I mean they look magnificent, they're totally hot both of tham are great kissers and unbelievable lovers, they protect me ………O.K., so I sort of forgot, too, what my problem was, now!
I surely don't need a third hero/ lover/ macho ! But does live ever be nice to me?
NO
Yesterday John Travolta/ Patrick Swayze had called me.
His name is Steven Mertani! I "got to know him" when I was on holiday in Italy.
I was staying with my aunt Maria, who owned, or exactly still ownes, a dancing school.
My father didn't want me to dance with the guys in Trenton, who he thought were all from hormone overage controlled perverts.
And so he sent me to Italy to learn how to tango, waltz….. Quite funny, huh?
So there was me,Staphanie Plum, a 18 years old girl from Trenton, far away from home, still low on self-confidence because of Morelli .
And there was Steven.
He was the best dancer in Italy, Eurpe oh forget it THE WHOLE WORLD!
And he looked….YUM!
One evening he asked my aunt politely if he could go out with me. Dancing of course.
His family was quite rich and reputable so she agreed, thinking he was well-educated enough to not do anything funny.
This evening was one of the most sexual experience I ever made.
YES it beat sex with Ranger or Morelli. O.K, lets say it nearly did!
I was very excited wanting to dance, what I had already learned. A little bit of Waltz, Tango, Mambo and Rumba.
We went to a club called "Dirty Dancing", I had to laugh, too, when I read the name.
Steve just smiled at me and told me to wait and see.
We went in and ……. GASP.
Dirty Dancing was the understatement of the year. This people were clinging to each other as if they would die if there was any room between them!
In an instand I turned around, ready to leave, but Steve grabbed my hand and hauled me to the dance floor.
He pulled me close.
"Relax. You're Italian. You have the rhythm in you. I saw you dance."
Oh fuck, I was captured in some third-class-"swing your hips"-movie.
Then Steve started to move. His hip forcing mine to move just like him.
All my thinking disapeared.
I actually "felt" the rhythm along with the music and the look from this sexy emerald- green eyes that burned into my soul.
Oh
There's a million stories
And a million ways to get there from here
Baby, I'm gonna put your skin on mineBe inside you all my life
And if you let your heart open up your mind
There's a whole new world on the other side
I'm gonna be your sided line
Now hang over your world at night
And I can hear you sleep
Beneath the candle light
I can see your dreams like they were mine.
(Santana-Satellite)
I fell in love that night.
But not with Steve. That was more of adoring.
No, I fell in love with dancing.
When swinging my hips and feeling the closeness of a man I can be free.
Free from thinking what the Burg expects from me.
Free from worrying about which insane wants to kill me now.
Free from wondering about how long my car will last this time.
Free from all insecurities that I have about my body, my love-live,……..
It's just me and the music.
And there is another good thing about dancing.
It can't break your heart…………
So, back to the present.
Steve got my answering- machine and asked if we could talk.
I mean, hey what's wrong with a little bit "talking".
Normaly nothin:
But I knew Steve!
I would be dancing hip to hip, chest to chest and probably mouth to mouth faster than you can say "rhythm".
But hey, I hadn't been dancing for a loooooong time.
Dickie had been a worse dancer and Morelli,…… well I never had a real date with him so how should I know!
I almost craved to move now.
He told me to meet him in "The Destiny" tomorrow. I knew that it's a first class club in the East of Trenton, but I never went there.
I had to admitt that I was excited.
But first I would have to go through a day of chasing maniaks and going shopping with my mother!
With a singh I left my warm, confortable bed to go to the bathroom to do the hair and make up thing.