"Dance for me.", Talia demanded, and Damon's eyebrows shot up, but his smirk told her that he was ready for this.
"In this outfit, I probably need a dancing pole.", Damon said.
Talia was not sure what a dancing pole was, but… "I'm sure you can manage. Do your best, my Alpha."
The last shreds of Damon's uncertainty dissipated when Talia called him hers and he knew that she forgave him, but she wanted a show, and he was ready to give her one. He said that he will do anything to make her happy and he was eager to prove it.
"Watch carefully, kitten… your man will dance for you.", Damon said while pushing himself away from the bed.
He went to the side table and got the remote. After two seconds of silence, drums sounded from the built-in speakers in the ceiling, and Damon started swaying his hips at the slow sultry song that filled the space.
It was the song "Leave the door open" by Bruno Mars.
"What you doing? Where you at?..."
