[RiddleRose]: 298.Contest Entries.five words 11

It would be a memorable fling, she decided. It happened all the time, you saw someone across a crowded room, and you felt a little chemistry. It would be just enough to make you roll your hips a little more than might be strictly necessary, or smile with particular abandon at your handsome stranger. It was an exhilarating and dangerous dance, a tango perhaps, seductive, sensual, and precise. If you knew the steps, the returns could rock your world for a few hours. If you stumbled you could end up falling for him. She close her eyes, opened them, and smiled a predator's smile. She never stumbled.