Hate at First Sight by Diana Nixon Page B

it.
    Screw the rules and fears. I deserved a few days of fun, and my plans for the future could wait until next week.

Chapter 12
Aiden
     
    I wanted the first date to be special. It was actually the first time I had asked someone for a date. All those times I spent with other women could be called anything, but dates.
    “Ready?” I asked Megan, opening the door on the passenger’s side.
    “I don’t think it matters, considering that I have no idea about your plans for today.”
    I smiled. “You will like it.”
    “You’d better be right,” she replied, getting into the car.
    She looked stunning, and I couldn’t but admit that her love for high heels was one of those things that made me crazy about her. And I needed to try my best to get rid of an image of her wearing nothing, but those heels….
    “So where are we going?” she asked, as I started the engine.
    “I’m sure you know this place, but let it be a secret for a few more minutes.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Megan’s smile. I knew she was excited about the date, and so was I.
    I took her to the dancing studio, where she took ballroom dancing classes a few years ago. According to my plan, we were supposed to share a tango. It had always been one of the most fascinating dances for me, and I couldn’t wait to see how good Megan was at it. I wasn’t an expert, but I knew the moves, and I was ready to follow her instructions.
    “Now, close your eyes,” I said, as I stopped at the back entrance of the studio.
    I helped Megan step out of the car and led her to the building. When we entered one of the dancing rooms, Megan opened her eyes and exclaimed excitedly, “No way! Ballroom dancing?”
    “I thought you could give me a few lessons.”
    “How did you know I liked dancing?”
    “I know almost everything about you, remember?”
    “I’m going to kill Owen one day,” she said, shaking her head. “I doubt he ever told you about his own dark secrets.”
    “And I doubt I ever wanted to hear about them.”
    We both laughed.
    Megan looked around, frowning. “Are we going to dance without music?”
    “Of course not,” I said, showing her a small room with the stereo system and CDs.
    “Does anyone know we are here? I mean it’s legal, and we won’t have any problems later, right?”
    “Don’t worry; I’ve taken care about everything.”
    “Good,” she said, following me to the stereo. “Do you even know how to dance?”
    I smirked at her question. “I’m a fast learner.” I found the CD I ne eded and put it into the CD player.
    “A tango?” she asked, surprised. “It’s one of the hardest dances, you know?”
    “I’ll try not to disappoint you,” I said, winking. “By the way, I think you need to get changed. Here.” I gave her a knee-length red dress, with a V neck and flared skirt, and a pair of pumps. I myself was wearing black trousers and a matching shirt.
    “Where did you get this?” she asked, taking the dress.
    “I bribed one of the local teachers,” I said in a whisper.
    “So I thought.” She looked at me squinting, as if she was trying to figure something out about me. “Okay, give me a few moments to get changed.”
     
    I was right about the dress. It looked perfect on her, outlining every curve of her upper body and waist.
    She spun around and smiled. “I haven’t danced for years!”
    “Then I think it’s just about time to remember the moves. Shall we?” I said, outstretching my right hand.
    She took it with that funny expression on her face that reminded me of unpacking Christmas presents. It was a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
     
    Our tango started with an embrace, the first connection into the dance. I immediately liked the beginning of our date. The affection I saw in Megan’s eyes made my heart beat faster.
    “Don’t press yourself too close to me,” she said, looking at our reflection in a huge mirror on the wall. “I need some space to move.”
    What a tempting comment, I