This was a favourite chapter to write during the Prague arc 😀
The orchestra soon began playing the instrumental version of one of the latest tracks on the radio as dessert and coffee were served, many couples pulled by the seductive music got up from their tables and took to the large dance floor. Ame was on her own, Elena Loredana had finally relieved the Yakuza of her questions and was happily chatting to a pair of women at another table.
Aleksander had been pulled aside by a couple of business men and politicians who were hoping to strike up a contract with the Volkov family. Swaying in her seat, Ame watched the couples dance, a wistful smile on her face, she knew the song all too well, the original was on her phone’s playlist. “We are dancing” she heard Aleksander’s voice whisper in her left ear, grinning wide she stood up in her seat taking his hand watching her Russian undo his cravat loosely his suit jacket already discarded on his chair.
Ame held her breath and bit her bottom lip, staring at Aleksander’s back as she was led to the floor of dancing couples. All eyes were on them but all Ame could do was stare up at her lover who spun her around on her heels and pulled her close. Their eyes remained locked as Aleksander led Ame around the floor, their noses touching and Ame breathing heavily at the intense stare Aleksander was giving her.
She was spun around again and this time dipped backwards, she let go of his shoulders and let her arm fall back only to grasp on the back of his hair as she was pulled back up and moved around in a circle again. Ame kept Aleksander close, a dreamy gaze fixed on her face, the other couples still dancing but most of them watching the lovers. The paparazzi edging closer while keeping an eye on the security guards as if expecting the pair to suddenly do something scandalous for the headlines.
Ame almost squealed as she was suddenly picked up and raised above Aleksander’s head, she was spun around in the air and she let out a giggle as she clung around his neck staring down at him only to be dropped gently on her feet and given a deep kiss as the song finished. The tempo of the orchestra changed again to normal waltz but Ame and Aleksander stayed in the centre of the dance floor, lips still locked. They broke apart but held each other tightly, Ame catching her breath and staring up at Aleksander in wonder “The Russian…can dance” Aleksander gave her his lopsided grin “If I have rhythm in killing and fucking you of course I can dance!” he led her off the dance floor and back to their table.
Elena Loredana quickly re-joined them sitting down next to Ame and fanning herself “Everyone was staring at you, even the other couples on the floor, you are synced wonderfully together for such a short time” Aleksander quirked an eyebrow towards Ame who laughed quietly before regarding Elena “Mrs Loredana thank you, we had a lot of practice” clearly suggesting a sexual innuendo in his answer made the Diplomat’s wife blush a light red and Ame’s quiet laugh turn into a louder one.
Leaving Aleksander and Elena to converse, Ame quietly excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up. She returned to the Spanish Hall only to see one of the suited gentlemen lift his mask and smile mysteriously at her. Ame froze on the spot immediately recognising him. The CIA had found her!