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Watching him scramble to his feet, she couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself once he was far enough away. It was always a little bit funny, when guys didn’t know how to act around her. Then there were the guys who didn’t know who she really was, and that was even funnier. She couldn’t tell which one Ed was yet, but she was sure she’d find out soon enough. It was only a matter of time.

When he returned to the table, she gave him a broad smile. “Thank you.” She wasn’t too sure how he was on pet names, so she refrained from calling him ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ like she would some of the other men who needed her…uh, services. This seemed like a pretty classy group, and Ed seemed to be a polite guy. She liked that. It was always nice to be treated like a human instead of some sort of sex object.

The question about dancing made her pause, tilt her head, and then smile. “I think my drink can wait.” She held out her hand so he could help her up, like a gentleman would (hey, who could blame her for taking advantage?), and followed him out onto the dance floor. Her hand went to his shoulder as the other remained within his own, her body close to his. They moved around to the song that was currently playing, something slow but not too slow. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” She said with a flash of those pearly whites. “Men who can dance are usually good at other, fairly more important things.” She smirked deviously. “It has something to do with being able to keep rhythm. Or…so I’m told.”