Rebecca's Escape

“Hey, cowboy want to dance?” She said as she gave him a grin.
“I’m no cowboy, but I’ll take you for a ride,” He said with a sexy smile.
“No thanks on the ride but a quick once over the dance floor would be much appreciated. My boss has a rule about dancing on the floor at least once during your shift. I’m due since I get off soon, and it's slowing down so a partner would be much obliged. Beside bad boy you couldn’t handle a ride with me. I could rock your world.” She said with smugness.
“Is that so?” Chris said with a raised eyebrow. “What do they call you around here princess?”
“I’m Jessica.” She said with a shaking voice and a smile.
“Yeah and I’m the king of England but whatever you say. I like princess better. They call me Chris by the way.” Chris said as he slid out of the booth and held out his hand for hers.
“If I take that hand it’s just for a quick dance on the floor,” Rebecca said nervously trying to put on a front.
Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Staring intensely into her eyes, Chris slid a piece of hair that had escaped out of her ponytail and into her face behind her ear.
He bent in close and whispered in her ear, “It will be whatever you want it to be.” Then he kissed her neck.