Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. . .as told by Tess

When it comes to pure enjoyment the only thing I enjoy nearly as much as a grunting, growling, squealing, and toe-curling orgasm (with Josh, of course) is dancing. OMG, it’s like being weightless and flying, especially if the music’s just right. You know what I mean – you feel it pulsing in your head and your stomach and nothing else matters. You have to move.

I’ve been told that when I’m dancing it’s like I’m in a trance. Maybe it’s because of the dance gene I inherited from my mom. . .or maybe it’s the Latin heritage she gave to me. All I know is that what I feel and how I act is hard for me to describe. But not for Josh. He did an awesome job of putting into words what happens to me when I’m dancing. It was in our story in Close to Perfect. In this scene, we had just arrived at the dance club:

Its nondescript exterior hardly prepared him for what was inside. There were softly pulsing lights and a glass roof. Beneath countless stars, hundreds of young couples moved sinuously against each other, keeping time to the music.

It was outrageously erotic, the strains prolonged, provocative.

Tess was immediately seduced. Working her fingers through her hair, she lifted it off her shoulders, then swayed her hips. Soon, her eyes were closed, her body undulating as she raised her face to the sky becoming fully lost in this world.

Josh watched transfixed; there was nothing else he could do. Never had he seen a woman dance like that. Tess was as free as he was captive and somehow that felt so very right.

Whew. If you want more, go to Chapter Fourteen of our story. I swear, you will not be disappointed.

But for now let’s get to what Josh promised in the last blog. If you’ll recall, he said that the guy he hired to teach him to dance the salsa, merengue, and the tango knew me. . .or of me. My first thought was that I had ticketed or arrested him when I was a cop, because I sure as hell haven’t taken any dance lessons from the guy. After Josh stopped laughing, he said that this guy saw me when I was working as a cop, but not while I was on duty. Well that left only one thing; we were at a club at the same time. Now even though I like to think that I’m a pretty good dancer, I don’t think I stand out enough for guys to go into a trance and drool and then remember me years later. (Josh is currently rolling his eyes like I’m crazy or something. We’re by the pool and he should be skinny-dipping, not reading the computer screen over my shoulder. “Right, baby?” I just asked.)

There he goes rolling his eyes again, but he did just peck me on the cheek. (so sweet) Now, he’s moving to the edge of the – wait a sec – there he goes. He’s stripping down to – wow – did I ever say how beautiful he is?

Okay, now I’m grinning like a girl gone wild and just as soon as I finish telling my story, I’m joining my baby in all that water.

So here goes: The more I thought about the guy and what Josh said about hiring him because he did remember me, the more I thought about those days when I frequented the clubs. And then I had it – the one incident that would have stood out in that guy’s mind.

It happened when I had been on the police force for five years – the year before I quit to join my dad’s security company. I had been dating a fellow cop for a few months and one Friday night, instead of watching an excruciatingly boring game on TV like we always did, I wanted to go dancing. Talk about asking for the moon – you’d think I wanted his balls or the password to his debit card. But I kept at him until he agreed that we’d go dancing.

HUGE mistake. And not because he couldn’t dance (he couldn’t), but because he watched me dance and got all hot about it, telling me that I was acting inappropriately. Huh? I wasn’t stripping, mind you – I was dancing – just like all the others in the club.

And that’s where Josh’s dance teacher comes in. He was at the club that night to host and judge a dance contest with the first prize being a thousand dollars. I won’t lie – I wanted that money; hell, I needed it since my rent had just gone up by a hundred bucks a month, so I asked him if I could dance by myself or did I need a partner? He told me there would be a singles and couples category so no partner was necessary – just the upfront fee of twenty bucks. I whipped out the cash and entered.

That made my date even hotter. He told me no way was his girlfriend making a spectacle of herself and that we were leaving. I told him he could do whatever he freaking wanted because one: I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore and two: I wasn’t leaving. I was staying. I was dancing. I was going to enjoy myself. By God, I was going to win that contest.

Next thing I know he’s grabbing my arm to haul me out of there. HUMUNGOUS mistake. By then I had started to take those self-defense courses that Josh found so intriguing. After a few quick moves on my part my former boyfriend was spread-eagle on the dance floor staring up at me with a look of disbelief on his face since he outweighed me by quite a bit. Not that it mattered – I floored the bum.

Now let’s flash forward to when Josh’s soon-to-be dance instructor saw me in Josh’s outer office. He asked Josh if I knew martial arts. When Josh asked how the guy knew that, he told Josh about that night at the club. I didn’t win the contest, but I did get rid of the jerk I was dating and the dance guy thought that was really cool, which is why Josh hired him.

After that incident, I vowed I’d never date another bossy jerk. I guess bringing Josh to the club that night in Close to Perfect was my test for him. What would he do when he saw me in action? How would he react? Believe me, he passed with flying colors.

Not that my dad was convinced. It took no end of charm and a whole lot more on Josh’s part to win Freddy Franklin over before Josh asked me to marry him. But that’s another story that my dad would love to tell all of you the next time.

Until then, keep having fun until it feels like you’re dancing!

(Image: Getty Image) See it and more good stuff at: www.tinadonahue.com