Touching Angel's Desires (35 page)

They heard the music before they came near the doors to the hall.
Reception was busy with guests, dressed to impress in their ball gowns and
tuxes.

She greeted those who greeted her, then walked into the ball on
Dexter’s arm. It was alive and buzzing. Even this early, guests were
enthusiastically gyrating on the dance floor to the music, and the seating
areas were well-populated with groups chatting and flirting.

Waiting staff circulated with trays full of glasses of complimentary
Buck’s Fizz. Angel saw plenty of people helping themselves. Guests could buy
entry-only tickets to the ball and pay for their drinks, or they could buy
all-inclusive passes. Either way, the Buck’s Fizz was free for all while it
lasted. Dexter grabbed a couple of glasses, passing her one. Angel headed over
to a few regular clients, stopping to chat before making the rounds, greeting
her guests, introducing herself to any new faces. She saw a few looks of
surprise when people realized she was the boss of all this, but respect flowed
her way, and she lapped it up.

Dexter stayed close to Angel’s side. She glanced at him now and
again, catching him staring at her—well, mainly staring at her breasts. Angel
smiled, sticking her chest out even further. Angel loved it, she loved all the
attention, loved being noticed and desired, lusted after. She circulated
freely, dispensing affection and kisses on workers and clients. Beside her, she
felt Dexter tense. One look at his face told her he was jealous. Amused, she
flirted even more. It wasn't like he was her husband. She shuddered at the
thought of being married, the thought of any man having the right to curb her behaviour,
or disapprove of her. Unless…and her thoughts drifted briefly to Dan. She could
possibly make an exception for Dan.

Someone grabbing her breasts interrupted her thoughts. She looked
down to see two male hands cupping her boobs from behind. “You and me, babe.
How about it?” a voice murmured in her ear. Her first instinct was to wriggle
away, but why spoil the man’s fun? She ground her bottom back into his body,
feeling his erection press into her back. Emboldened, one of his fingers
wriggled behind the diamante band and began to tickle her nipple. She shivered
and moved one of her hands behind her, rubbing it up and down his stiff prick.
Dexter glared at her and she winked at him. “I could just fuck you right now,
sweet thing,” the voice said. One of the hands slid through one of the hip-high
slits and grabbed hard at her pussy. Angel sighed. It was sometimes nice to be
anonymously groped, but this was a little too much when she didn’t know who the
guy was. She twisted in his arms, pulling away a little to look at him.

“Ben!” Horrified, she yanked herself out of his arms and backed
away. Dexter caught her arm and held her steady.

“What’s the matter Angel-cakes? Didn’t expect to see me here?”

She stared at him. “No, actually, I didn’t realize you’d be coming.”
Belatedly, she realized that of course his company had one of the VIP passes
for the ball, although generally they were used by the stallholders later on.
He must have managed to somehow persuade the poor sap running his stall to let
him use his pass.

“So, you and me? Fancy it?”

“No. No, thanks. Um, I have to go.” Grabbing Dexter by the hand, she
fled onto the dance floor, losing herself in the crowd. Bodies writhed close
together. The room was on fire, the floor vibrated with the dancing. Everyone was
knocking back the alcohol. Flesh was everywhere. Breasts fell out of dresses
and cocks poked out of trousers, getting plenty of attention from wandering
hands. She turned her head around. There was a couple actually having sex on
the dance floor, her leaning up against a pillar, legs spread, one foot up on a
chair, her dress hitched up behind her, and him ramming it into her, his bottom
going like a piston.

Angel wandered the room, making small talk with guests while Dexter
followed her, clinging to her elbow like a barnacle. A tall sexy barnacle in a
tux.

“Fancy a dance?” she said, turning to him. She grabbed his arm and
hauled him onto the floor without waiting for his answer. She put his arms
around her waist and began to gyrate to the music, writhing around in his hold,
rubbing her bottom against his cock, then twisting to grind her pussy against his
thigh. His hands went to her breasts and she did not stop him, loving the feel
of his hot, hard fingers on her flesh. He tried to kiss her, but she ducked
away, bumping and grinding against him until she felt he was about to burst.
The music changed to a slower beat and he grabbed her hand.

“Want to go somewhere quieter?” he asked, with a suggestive waggle
of his eyebrows. Over his shoulder she saw Stacie and Dan enter the room.

“Not now, baby,” she said,

She stared, trying to keep them in her line of sight as they walked
through the hall. It seemed as if a gateway opened for them, allowing them
through the crowd. She noticed heads turning and saw people whispering. Stacie
looked astounding. There was no other word for it. She was wearing a
floor-length white satin gown. The bust area was paved with diamantes, and her
breasts looked sensational, glistening in the dark, the lights shining off her
chest, the diamantes casting little spots of pure light all around her. She was
dazzling. Angel’s stomach flipped.

They walked closer. Dan’s smile was pure pride and delight. Stacie
held onto his arm, looking happy and full of confidence. Angel looked around
for Larry. Where was that damned man? The sooner Stacie was off the premises,
the better.

Angel hid away among the crowd, watching the pair walk through.
Stacie stared around her, her face aglow with excitement. Angel’s heart
collapsed. She stared down at her dress that she had been so proud of. Now, seeing
the dress Dan had chosen for Stacie, her heart sank. Stacie oozed class and
elegance. Angel’s dress by comparison looked cheap and slutty, far too obvious.

She continued to watch them, seeing Stacie holding her head high,
full of confidence. Even her hair was classy. She’d pinned it up into a French
pleat, which showed off her flawless neck. The back of the dress bared her long
beautiful back, dipping low down to her bottom, but not so low as to be
unladylike. God, she looked glorious.

Angel moved out of the crowd staring at Stacie as she and Dan walked
toward the food court. Compared to the women who were here tonight, Stacie was
a breed apart. The dazzling dress had a light train behind it which flowed
across the polished wooden floor, softly sweeping, making her look as though
she were floating.

Never in her life had Angel felt such hatred. She felt slightly
sorry for the girl—she had no idea what was going on, or what was about to
happen to her, but the way she looked tonight had sealed her fate, she had to
go.

She grabbed another drink from a passing waiter, gulping it down. Stacie
and Dan disappeared through the doors and were gone. But Angel could not rid
herself of the vision which remained in her mind. Stacie had looked almost
bride-like in her radiance, and Dan the blushing groom in his tux. Dexter chose
that moment to take hold of Angel’s bottom, squeezing it cheekily. She glared at
him, no longer in the mood for dealing with Dexter.

“Oh for goodness’ sake, Dexter, go and find something, or someone,
to do,” she said, whirling on him in a sudden rage. His eyes filled with hurt
and he backed away. She felt bad—this whole mess was not his fault, but right now
she wasn’t in the mood to be pawed. She should have known making him her
partner for the evening was going to be a mistake.

Chapter Thirteen

Dexter quickly made himself scarce. Angel stayed on the dance floor,
watching the food court doors. She didn’t really want to see them looking happy
together, but she had to get Dan away from Stacie if her plan was to succeed. And
for that to happen, she needed to know where they were.

Stacie looked so sensational—she had no time to waste. Hopefully the
plan would be a success, Stacie would be out of here, and Dan would have Angel to
proudly hang off his arm, not Stacie, with no way of tracing it back to her this
time.

She stayed in her spot, watching the doors, making chit-chat with
the guests who came over to talk to her. A touch on her arm made her jump.

“Sorry, Angel, we need you for a second.”

She turned around, annoyed, seeing one of the waitresses standing by
her elbow, looking anxious.

“What is it?” she snapped, more harshly than she had intended.

The girl looked terrified. Angel stared at her, trying to bring her
name to mind. It was one of the new ones she had hired only a few weeks ago.
Kelly—that was it.

“What is it, Kelly?” she asked again, a little gentler this time.

“Um, there’s a problem with one of the guests.”

“What type of problem?”

“Um, he, um, he won’t leave me alone,” she finished in a whisper.

Angel glanced from Kelly to the food court doors, annoyed. If she
left, Dan and Stacie could come out and she wouldn’t notice. But seeing the
distress on the face of the young waitress shamed her. What kind of boss would
she be if she didn’t protect her staff? Desires was more important than her own
personal life.

“Show me!” She swept off, following Kelly as she wove through the
crowd.

“Him,” the young girl whispered, pointing to a man. He turned.

“Ben!” Angel said, bearing down on him. “How dare you!”

“What?” He spread his hands.

“You know damn well what. Aren’t there enough women here to satisfy
you? Do you have to try it on with my waiting girls as well?”

“I didn’t realize she was only a waitress,” he said. “Look at her.
She’s dressed like a tart.”

Angel looked at Kelly, dressed in the usual tiny waitress uniform of
barely there black skirt, with frilly white panties peeking out from underneath
it. Her breasts were almost falling out of the white corset top, and her legs
were encased in fishnets, ending in black stilettos.

“Well of course she’s a waitress. She’s wearing a uniform, the same
as all the other girls. She’s walking around holding trays of glasses. What
else would she be? You disgust me, Ben. Even if she weren’t a waitress, no
means no, even here.”

She glanced onto the dance floor, seeing Dan and Stacie dancing.

“If I hear of any more bad behaviour from you, you’ll be out,
banned, forever!” She turned to Kelly. “If he gives you any more trouble, go
straight to the bouncers. I’ll inform them what’s happened.”

Kelly nodded gratefully as Angel strode away toward the floor.

Dan’s hands were wrapped around Stacie’s waist from behind and his
groin was snug against her bottom. Stacie writhed in his embrace, before
turning to face him. Angel moved nearer to them, seeing them dance close,
closer than she liked. Dan moved his hands up and down her back. They seemed
almost glued together. Angel could sense the chemistry between them—hell, she
could almost smell it. Angel stood behind a few people, feet away from them,
watching. Their movements slowed as Dan held her close, his hands stilling on
her back. Stacie’s hands went up around his neck and they kissed. The look on
Dan’s face was beatific. Angel watched, feeling more and more convinced that
Dan had lied to her about the extent of his feelings toward Stacie. This was
way beyond his remit as her tutor.

Angel could not take any more of watching them drool over one
another. She stormed into the food court, casting a quick professional eye over
the table, pleased with the way it was looking. The caterers were constantly clearing
away empty platters and replacing with new so there were no empty spots. She
headed over to the bar, ordering a very stiff drink. Her blood pumped in
frustration, becoming more wound up about Dan and Stacie.

The barman brought over her drink. Angel gulped half of it down before
wondering if alcohol was such a good idea. She didn’t want her mouth running
out of control and Dan finding out the truth. She needed to keep a clear head
and remain focused on the plan. She put her glass down and turned around, only
to see Dan and Stacie walking toward her.

“Show-time, Angel,” she murmured to herself before putting on her
best smile.

As they reached her, Dan leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek,
immediately reclaiming Stacie’s hand.

“You look amazing, Stacie,” Angel said, leaning toward Stacie and
kissing her on both cheeks, inhaling the scent of her sweet perfume.

“Thank you, you look very sexy,” Stacie replied.

“Just the way I like it. You’re a great dancer,” Angel said, making
herself maintain the smile although she wished she could rip the other girl’s head
off. Stacie looked embarrassed, but managed to thank her. “Would you like me to
show you what’s on offer for the evening?” Angel asked Stacie, grabbing her chance
to get the woman away from Dan. Stacie looked hunted for a second, then turned
to Dan. However, Dan was busy chatting to one of their regular clients who had
come over to greet him. She turned back to Angel.

“I don’t mind,” she said in a small voice.

Angel went over to Dan. “You don’t mind if I steal Stacie away for a
few minutes, do you?” she said, leaning into him and gazing into his eyes.