Dear Diary,
Today has been very interesting. The morning started out as any other, with meetings, telephone calls and of course the never ending paper work. Then this afternoon, Amelia came by after school for her first 'princess lesson' as Joe and Charlotte has termed them, it went rather well. Joe taught her the traditional Genovian dance in which Amelia has now termed the 'Wango'. The dance started off a little rough and poor Joseph took a lot of elbows in the stomach but he was patient with her as always and eventually she made the spin without hurting anyone. After I dismissed her for the day, out of nowhere Joseph approached me and turned the music back on, his voice took on a sultry tone as he told me "You've been wearing black …too long" I will never forget those words as when he spoke them it caused a chill to run up my spine, even now just thinking about that moment causes me to have goose bumps.
When Joseph took my hand today it was different from all the other times we have danced before. Those times we were in public, we were a Queen and her Head of Security, but today it was just Joseph and Clarisse. We have always danced well with one another and today was no different. We set our rhythm quickly, but today in the consulate's ballroom instead of having a respectable distance between us when he spun me back into his strong arms he pulled my body closer to his than it has ever been before. I could feel his warmth radiating from his body as mine swayed against his. It took all my control not to press my body firmly against his and when our eyes locked, I could have melted into him as the temperature between us rose. My body reacted to his touch like it has never reacted to another man's before, my nipples tightened and I began to ache for his touch. When the dance ended I had wished that he would have pushed me up against the column and kissed me properly, but instead he left me anxious and wanting…wanting more, much more.
I know that Joseph felt the electricity that passed between us and I'm sure he too wanted more at the end of the dance because his eyes had turned dark with desire, mirroring mine, I'm certain. I know we should really talk about what happened today but I'm afraid if I was to go to him or even have him come here to my private suite that there wouldn't be much talking taking place. Instead I'm certain we would act upon our desire for one another.
Perhaps Joseph was right, I have been wearing black for too long. Tomorrow, I'm going to wear something with color…for him, I'm sure I have something colorful in my closet somewhere... thinking about it, yes I do. Tomorrow I shall wear my light pink business suit. I wonder if he will notice? Who am I kidding, knowing Joseph, he will notice straight away.