He chuckled but pretended to look offended, “Of course! In fact, I am a great dancer. I'm the grandson of the British Ambassador, remember? I started taking ballroom dancing classes at the age of four, just in case Queen Elizabeth stopped by New York,” he said as she joined in on the laughs, irony isn't it? and she'd be dealing with politically strong, it was too complicated Jane thought"—Oh wait. I understand. It's a car thing, right? You don't think people who own automotive companies can dance," he continued the conversation, following another song.More like a robot linker and an airplane, Jane's mind thought with a smile.Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pregnant girl in her twenties dancing with a friend of Richard's who she knew was in his late fifties and her smile faded. She asked herself again, for the thousandth time, how a man could do such a stupid thing.Richard noticed the change in her mood and followed her gaze, “It's Hiko Yamato and his wife. You've probably s

Jane changed into her thin black lace pajamas with see-through and went about her nightly routine, replaying that night's events in her mind. After they returned to the table, Richard continued to explain, taking every opportunity to point out similarities and common interests between Herself until Jane could barely speak to one another; Richard had said all there was to them. while Jane is tempted to look at her past lover, but forces herself to be a good poker face, relaxing and sipping her wine. There would be time to think about Richard later.She was beginning to suspect Marisa had been talking more to Richard in her absence too, because by the time they all said goodbye it was clear he had the impression it was indeed a date, no joke. he. She pulled him aside and told him in a charming tone how wonderful it was to meet her, and would hope to see her again sometime, to talk business, or…. Jane groaned closing her eyes, for in her memories of being with Richard distracted by the i