Take Two To Tango Novels & Stories

One way or another, this fight would lead to complete and utter termination. Second Wedding Take Two had gone off without a hitch—other than Cadence’s friend from high school, Taylor, momentarily forgetting the words to the song she was singing during the ceremony. Cadence didn’t even notice, she’d been so captivated by the eyes of her husband, but someone pointed it out to her later. In fairness, “Broken Arrow” was kind of an obscure song, but she’d always loved it and thought the lyrics were fitting to their situation.

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The wheel started spinning. First round, a banker's wife. She had to walk a tightrope on the balcony rail without her heels. She did it. Everyone cheered. Second round. The wheel slowed. It landed on me. "Isabella Rossini!" Marco yelled. "Your dare is... to dance the Argentine Tango with Leo Falcone!" The air went still. The Tango. We'd have to be pressed close together. Everyone's eyes bounced between me, Leo, and Dante. This was a time bomb.

It's our first public display of affection and getting cheered on for it, is very motivating. The music picks up and before I know it we are dancing the tango. His hands find my hips and my body remembers the classes I took all those years ago in middle and early high school. I follow as he leads. His fingers trail down my cleavage as I dip low to the ground.

Two free spirited party animals who were obvious about fancying each other. “What if the clinic is successful this time.” TangShi broke in, knowing they had an appointment in two days so drinking after that wasn’t wise until she knew is she fell pregnant. “I can’t get drunk and frequent clubs if it is.” She pointed out with a sigh, her mood deflating at the thought of it, and lifted her feet to wedge in the bar under the table to prop them up like his. She was feeling ultra-relaxed now and warm and cosy by his side.

Taylor starts crying and Tasha glares at her again her lips almost disappearing as she presses them tightly together “I am mated to one of them”

The tango's rhythm grew faster, shifting from a slow dance to a wild Latin beat. The two of them spun wildly in the center of the room, clinging to each other as Scarlett's short skirt flew higher and higher. She was the only one in nine years to break the rules and get an "encore." If I was cool water, she was straight whiskey, a fire in his veins that tempted him toward the abyss. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“What dance will this be for? Tango?” Dawn shook her head, causing confusion in Tara. “For Paso Doble.” Tara gasped. “Isn’t that dance the more aggressive one?” Tango is dramatic walks with contrasts between slow stalking and sharp movements of the head and changes of direction. Whereas Paso Doble is a dramatic marching dance that portrays the leader as matador and the follower as the bull or cape. “You could say that..” Dawn nodded.

I said softly as I stood right in front of him. His eye eyes glowed as he listened to my every word in pure concentration and as he took my outstretched hand, I guided him to center of the room. Letting my arms wrap around him, moving his to my waist as we got into position for a dance. “Tango is like a drug, a drug that makes you forget all your problems and focus on your most primary desires. So, if you are drawn to tango Hudson, that means there is something to want to forget, and there is something that you want to only focus on. The question is, what exactly is it that you want to focus on?” I whispered in his ears as our bodies finally merged, our chests rubbing as I took the lead of t

Anuj waited with baited breath. The Dj played music for Tango, one of their old favourite number with an amazing choreography that only they knew. Mahira looked startled as the music came on, looking up at Tazz who was smiling, she realised that he had already planned this. They started with the bang of the music, Mahira looked into his eyes, hypnotised.