"We're very good together, don't you think?" CC swallowed hard, unable too find the words to issue a sassy retort. She was mesmerized by his eyes, too stunned be the…the depth of her body's craving for him to think, let alone speak. Gently he rocked her hips against him, igniting another frenzy of restless yearning within her. "The way we move together in such unison the perfect fit our bodies, is exactly the way it should be." he whispered huskily. He was feeling to turned on by her being so… so very close. She felt too much. Every touch sent heat expanding all over her. "Maybe for someone else but not for us." She closed her eyes as she laid her head on his shoulder. "It's just a dance and nothing more." Niles sighed. Niles' mind: it's more then that to me . I know we are….we are getting closer… erotic and vivid pictures invaded CC's mind.

Flesh to flesh, cling to each other in a dance, a dance more between lovers then friends. How could this be? How could she think that of this man, the one who had done so much to her over the years was the right one for her. She glared at him for turning what should have been a simple dance, an uncomplicated dare, into something far more tempting. You don't play fair. She said conveniently dismissing the fact that she was just as much at fault for provoking him.

"You started this not me."

"I…"

"At least we finally proved on important thing."

Curiosity took her over "And what would that be?"

"How compatible we really are."

"We hardly compatible. We're complete opposites."

"I know, that makes us complete one another." Another song started up. "Another dance?"

"Sure Rochester, why not." His gaze turned equally intense.

"For once call me Niles." the saddened change in him startled her but also egged her on not to give him the satisfactory of winning over her. But it wasn't him she feared; rather it was her own electrifying response to all that strong willed aggression. She shivered at the thought, ware that they were very much alone not only there but in life as well.

"Actually butler boy fits you better."

She was making him harder and more aroused then he could ever-imagined being.

The erotic images leaping to life in his mind, of her on stage again. This time it was just the two of them. He remembered that she was wearing a very flimsy bra one of those silk lacy ones that was more for show than substance. He wanted to touch her, hold her…that nearly sent him over the edge. He placed his hands on her face to kiss her. Their lips meet for only a second but….a shiver rippled along her spine and her breast automatically swelled and tightened as if he'd caressed them intimately. The alluring gleam in his eyes told her exactly how this would end…with them in bed and him buried deep inside her.

"I can't…we shouldn't…" Niles nodded, his features etched with understanding as if he knew she needed more time to consider moving forward with him.

"Consider you wish granted." He stepped back from her. She felt cold all of a sudden. She shivered and she knew that he had nothing to do the with weather. CC's mind: how ….can…i… she reach back out for him. "Stay,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she laid her head back down on his shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered as she sighed softly.

B finally sees his butler dancing with a blond woman.

"Niles," he shouts. "Who's the woman?" CC, who had her head on Niles' shoulder couldn't believe what she heard. CC's mind: was that Max's son. If not, it sure sounded like him. It couldn't be though. Max wouldn't let him come to this kind of thing. And besides he's under aged anyway. There's no way he would have gotton in here. "Have you been with her all night I couldn't find you?" CC had to know if it was him or not. She lifted her head to look up. "What the…." B cried. "Niles, how?"