Chapter 36: Allure Of The Dance
His unexpected question had baffled the flustered Samantha, and she was inclined to meet his steady gaze. It held hers in its inescapable captivity, and she was unable to comprehend what the bearing look in those uncanny orbs meant. To her own knowledge, the royals of the Chevalier family normally hold a special night treat for all warriors as a norm, including the Prince’s who were part of the victorious war to watch the concubines dance. They were also given permission to treat themselves to any of the lower concubines as a bonus to relieve their strains.
The fact Lord Ivan doesn’t even have one made it pretty clear that he hasn’t touched any of the concubines in the Palace. Scratch that, she would never have guessed or sensed that he would demand a dance from her, but why is he in the mood for entertainment when he gave off the aura of someone who hardly appreciated it?
"My Lord--"
"In the Brothel." He firmly cut in, his hold on her wrist, and the other arm that swooped around her small back kept her in place. "It’s common for the ladies in a Brothel to know how to dance, or am I wrong?"
"N...no." she shook her head vigorously.
"Don’t lie to me."
"I swear I’m not good at it." Samantha blurted it out in one breath, feeling threatened by his hardened gaze. She tried to squirm free, but his hold on her remained firm as he gripped her shoulder, and he tilted his head to the side, his expression emphasizing the look; ’and where do you think you’re going?’
The way he gazed at her inflamed her cheeks. Samantha couldn’t lie that Madame Cerise didn’t teach her the art of dance, especially when it came to seducing men with body movements. They didn’t only acquire knowledge, but they were taught the art of seduction. The older courtesans never gave her a moment of rest till she decided to learn, and she never once presented herself to dance before the men at the brothel. But.. who knew she would end up facing the same dilemma in the hands of Lord Ivan??
"You will dance." The Vampire Lord gave his orders with no room for arguments, and then his grip on her shoulder loosened.
Samantha quickly got up from his legs, escaping the strange warm feeling his proximity had caused. Aren’t Vampires supposed to be naturally cold when it comes to the sense of touch?
"Over there." He snapped his fingers, pointing at the center of his room. "Change into something more appropriate for this, I need you to stand there and dance for me."