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This woman was unlike the girls surrounding him. The way she held herself, the playful spark in her eyes and the light smile on her lips, this woman would be the end of him. She was dangerous to him. He knew it. Oh, how he knew it, but there was no resistance in him. He would do anything for this woman.
"Mademoiselle." He bowed and took her hand in his bringing it to his lips. The move made her uneasy for just a second, but then she quickly gained control of herself and gave him a big smile.
"Rescuer." She called him. Again making the subtle movement that made her breasts move. He swallowed and allowed himself a second before he spoke again.
"Would you care to dance with me, mademoiselle?" She had stolen all the attention away the group of girls had had a mere minute ago, but their presence was fading in Sanji's memory, because right now he had eyes for only one person.
"Why don't we go to a more private place where we can get to know one another better?"
Sanji almost got a nosebleed just by this. Was this reality? Had she realised how he felt? He had to suppress his urge to call out for her. But if she wanted to act anonymous, he was not going to be the one who would reveal the truth. She was so beautiful. He let her take his hand and guide him away from the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor. The dress was tight around her hips and they swayed dreamingly as she walked one step in front of him. The couple turned and began walking down a corridor. He looked through some of the rooms which had their doors open, but none of them seemed pleasing enough for her and she kept on walking.
"Shouldn't we be going inside and sit?" he stopped and pointed at a dimly lit room. It looked like a small office with high bookshelves against one wall. As he stopped she turned to look at him to coy him into his do-whatever-the-lady-wants-me-to-state, something she had seen so many times before. So why did he have to be in one of his more serious moods right now? It didn't seem like she could just manipulate him as easy as she had expected. She felt her nerves again, the tingling feeling in her abdomen but in the end they meant nothing. She was determined to carry out her plan. She would never admit, not even to herself, that she also liked this situation, and even worse, she liked him like this. It was more than his looks. He was handsome, yes. His blond hair neatly combed and face clean and shaved. He was nothing if not a well-dressed man. But it was his voice that could bring a shaking to her knees. Even tonight he had squealed in the annoying high pitch of "mellorine", but when he used his normal low voice while looking intensely at her, it made delightful shivers run through her body.
Taking the time to really appreciate his stature, the longing in his gaze and the way he gently held her hand. He had the softest and most gentle hands. She met his eyes and a million butterflies began storming around in stomach. The way he looked at her.
Later she blamed the alcohol and her nerves. But the truth was that she wanted to. Just this once… She had the opportunity… she could do it behind the mask, wig, fancy clothes and the place' atmosphere… Just…
She turned to fully face him, took a step closer, and then let go of his hand to instead move it up to his face. It all happened too fast for Sanji to act before their lips met.