Enticing An Angel by Leo Charles Taylor Page A

her up and into him.
    "Ah!" Melanie said as her legs separated and
she slid along his hipbone and down to his thigh.
    "Well, someone's learning fast," she
said.
    She stayed on his thigh and upper knee while
they moved. Her feet reached the floor just fine, and she allowed
Michael the luxury of leading her. Of course, there wasn't much to
lead, they mostly moved in slow rhythmic motions.
    "You're friends are certainly interesting,"
he stated loud enough to be heard over the music.
    "Oh, they're all right—certainly not
mainstream."
    "I won't argue that," Michael replied.
    Melanie punched him in the shoulder
playfully.
    "Be nice," she said.
    "For you, Melanie, I will certainly be
nice."
    This seemed to appease the woman, and they
continued to dance for the next song as well. When it was finished,
she led him off the floor and found her friends once again; she
then took a moment to converse with them privately and in hushed
tones; it had a very high school prom feel to it; Michael just
shook his head.
    Nearby was a wire stand with the evening's
itinerary, and he took the time to grab a brochure and peruse it.
Mini museum tours were being offered every fifteen minutes, and
interactive artwork was available for the adventurous. Various
performers were also listed, along with the locations that they
could be seen, and the night would then conclude with a grand
performance in the lower hall.
    Michael looked at his phone to see the time
and tried to gauge the next tour. He didn't get very far before
Melanie was in his face.
    "Here, you take Amber for a dance," she said
as she took his hand and put it into the Anime girl's. "I need to
do something with Dagger for a minute."
    Without waiting for a reply, Melanie and
Dagger headed off into the museum. He tried to watch them, but
Amber pulled him along; Michael was too stunned to do anything but
follow.
    "Melanie says I can't allow you to be French.
Whatever the hell that means," Amber said when they reached the
dance floor.
    "I think she means I have to speak English,"
Michael replied warily.
    "Uh huh," Amber said not believing him,
"Melanie, said you were hilarious. Now, grab my ass and see if you
can give me an orgasm before your girlfriend gets back."
    Michael's eyes widened. "I don't think
Melanie would appreciate that."
    "If she didn't, she wouldn't have suggested
it. Besides, she knows I'll leave you alone. I'm no real threat,"
Amber said as she help Michael take hold of her. Michael figured
what the hell, and repeated his moves from earlier. Amber's eyes
lit up and she winked at him.
    "That's nice," she said. "I can see why
Melanie likes you."
    "Are you sure she likes me?" he asked.
    "She slept with you. That says a lot."
    They moved in unison with Amber enjoying the
dancing much more than Michael. He was caught between a rock and a
hard place; and soon it would be a rock and a hard-on. Amber didn't
mind if he were to become erect and appeared to be playing for that
result; but Michael wasn't certain this was exactly Melanie
approved. He decided to keep things somewhat platonic. Besides,
this was Melanie's friend, and he believed he could use her to his
own ends.
    "Doesn't Melanie date a lot?" he asked.
    Amber shrugged, "Not really."
    "Why not?"
    "You've seen her. She's too flaky for most
guys. Of course that doesn't mean they don't want to nail her. But
she wants something more than that."
    "Ah, it's nice to know she wants a serious
relationship," Michael said.
    "Whoa, there cowboy, I never said that. God
knows she could use a serious relationship, but she certainly
prefers to keep men at a distance," Amber stated plainly.
    "Why?"
    "Who knows?" Amber replied. "But I think you
have a shot. You seem nice anyway, and she likes you. Are you
rich?"
    Michael's head spun with the non-sequitur.
When he fully realized the question, he just shook his head.
    "Nope," he said. "I do all right, but I'm
just plain old middle-class."
    "Hmm, too bad," Amber said. "Still, you can
treat her to a