The music was languid and slow, sultry and sexy; Regina swayed to it, nursing her drink. Her ‘date’ had gone in search of the facilities and so she was temporarily alone. She had no objection; the band that was playing was one of her favorites. So she danced with abandon, letting the music take over her body.
She was clad in leggings which hugged her long legs, and dark heels. The heels were a bit impractical for a festival where the ground consisted of mud. But she’d decided that she was fine with it. That’s what she got for taking this job. She had been given the option to refuse but she loved the band so she’d said yes. In all her time as a London escort she’d never been to a festival before. She hadn’t realized how…outdoorsy it was. There were the tents they were staying in, the constant rain, the mud, the cold…And here she was, dressed to kill.
She sighed, taking another sip of her whiskey. At least it warmed her from the inside. Warm hands slid around her waist, enveloping her in the scent of Lavender and Sandalwood. She turned in his arms and smiled.
“Hey. You good? Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked.
Aubrey was always very solicitous. If she wasn’t careful she would stop thinking of him as a client form the escorts agency and start to regard him as a boyfriend.
She shook her head even as she reached up to kiss his cheek – to thank him for caring, “I’m fine,” she said turning back to face the band. Aubrey turned her back around and put her arms around his neck. He slipped his hands around her waist and the slow danced to the music, losing themselves in the intoxication of the night.