He said nothing as he stood there, staring at her with eyes as wide as they’d ever been in his life. Not even walking in on Sue and Richard for the first time ever.
“Well,” he said, at a loss for words, “You’re not wrong. I have been told I can be a little irresponsible, I guess. But back to the number. You mentioned something about earning it? What exactly did you have in mind?”
“For you to do something besides expect me to fall at your feet, I think. Ask me to dance, bring me a drink, strike up a conversation that isn’t mostly-empty flattery … ” Summer flicked a hand. “I’m not a conquest, Mr Storm. At least, not an easy one.”
A sideways smile twisted up her mouth. “You’re very handsome, I’ll give you that. And you did mention drinks, a few minutes ago.”
He nodded as she spoke. She made a valid point. He was very handsome, everyone told him so.
He was about to snatch a drink for her when one of his favourite slow songs came on over the ball room. It was a not quite the classical music that had been on before, but the night had been long and young ones were coming out to play.
“Well how about we dance first, and talk about drinks later?”
“Alright,” she agreed. She tipped an ear to the song, and the smile straightened out. “Good choice.” She gave him her right hand, and slipped her other arm around his waist. There was no hesitation in pressing herself close to him.