The Dance, The Next Day…

She was sitting writing in her journal the next afternoon. While her experience the night before hadn't lasted long, she still found she had a lot of emotions to describe as she nibbled on the end of her pen. The Cinderella feeling persisted still, though she now felt a bit like the fairytale heroine after her coach turned back to a pumpkin as she glanced around her small living room.

Her ruminations were interrupted by a soft knock on her front door. Putting down her pen, she paused to run her hands over her hair and make sure she hadn't spilled anything on the tee shirt and jeans she wore. She wasn't expecting anyone, so was unsure who the visitor might be. Probably her neighbor returning mis-delivered mail or someone at the wrong address.

Opening the door a crack, she was surprised to see the handsome form of her dance partner from the previous evening. The shining hair was combed back neatly and this time dark jeans and a soft button-front shirt covered the attractive form. Western boots encased his feet and a matching belt encircled the slim waist.

Mesmerizing eyes sparkled at her as she stood gaping for a minute, and the sculpted lips were curved in a somewhat teasing smile as her mouth moved but nothing came out at first.

"Hello" offered the smooth voice that made her stomach do little flip-flops every time she heard it.

"Oh, hey! Sorry!"

Suddenly remembering her manners, she opened the door wider and gestured for the impressive figure to enter. "Come on in."

"Thank you." Long legs carried him inside gracefully. Pausing, he captured her eyes and smiled again. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's alright. I just wasn't expecting anyone. How did you...?" she started to ask, but was gently interrupted by a bit of a smirk from her guest.

"Know where you lived?"

She nodded.

One eye winked at her as a laugh escaped the lean throat. "I'm a federal agent, remember? I can find almost anybody."

A blush crept up her neck to stain her cheeks. "Oh, yeah…"

Taking pity on her embarrassment, he moved on to the reason for his visit.

"I just wanted to thank you for the dance last night, and tell you that I enjoyed it more than I did any of the others at the event. I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together, so I thought I'd come over and invite you to go out to eat, if you're interested."

Again speechless, she just stared at the gorgeous figure for a moment.

"If you're busy, that's fine."

"No! No, I wasn't doing anything important at all. I'd love to get something to eat, if you're sure that's what you want."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't mean it. Is now alright, or would you prefer to wait a little while?"

Looking down at herself, she glanced back up and met his eyes again.

"Now is fine, if you don't mind giving me time to freshen up a bit and change my shirt."

"That's no problem at all. There's a good steakhouse a few miles from here. Is that alright? That way we don't have to dress up, but it will be better than a fast food place."

This time she just nodded, afraid to trust her voice. Motioning the attractive agent to the couch, she scurried in to fix her hair and touch up her makeup. Quickly flipping through her closet, she picked a flowing silk top that skimmed her curves and added it to the comfortable jeans she already wore. Spritzing on a bit of perfume, she took a look in the mirror. Deciding she still didn't look like a model, but did appear at least decent, she grabbed her purse and hurried back into the living room.

"Alright, I'm ready."

Pleased that she hadn't taken an hour, the chiseled mouth smiled at her again. The sight truly had to be one of the most magnificent things she'd ever seen!

"Excellent! You look lovely, by the way." offered the soft voice that was unconsciously seductive.

Smiling in reply, she let him place one hand at the small of her back as he walked her to the door. Stepping through, she made sure it locked behind them, then took his well-muscled arm when it was held out for her. A pleased smirk curved her own lips as the handsome form escorted her to his waiting vehicle. Looked like Cinderella would get another night with her prince…

By DMA