Chapter 5 The Perfect Couple

• As the waltz instrumental echoed in the background, the sound of mellifluous melody permeated the magnificent hall.
• She kept her gaze fixed on the man, whose commanding stature was approaching her with grace. Samantha gently caught her lip between her teeth as she heard her heartbeat through her ears. As he smiled at her, those pitch black orbs were suffocatingly arresting.
• Samantha inhaled deeply as she finished the last sip of the White Russian cocktail, calming her agitated nerves. She then returned his intense gaze, her lips curled into an enticing smile. She sat appealingly in a flawless ladylike posture, oozing with her distinct confidence and extreme sexiness.
• The man finally came to a halt and stood in front of her. When he bowed slightly and raised his left arm in a very classy gentleman invitation pose, her mind went blank for a brief moment.
• Time seemed to stand still for her, and her mind returned to her senses just as he smiled and asked,
• "Could I please have this dance?"
• The man had been invited. His high-pitched voice was velvety and smooth, with an edgy husk that churned her stomach.
• Samantha took a look at him and was immediately captivated; he was intensely attractive from a distance but otherworldly gorgeous up close. His pose was lovely, and his adoring smile was enough to melt any heart; combined with that deep, charming voice, he was irresistible.
• Samantha put down her cocktail glass with grace and stood up, pressing her lips gently into a soft and equally attractive smile. She took a graceful step and closed the distance between them.
• Samantha graciously raised one of her very feminine arms before taking his strong, masculine hand in hers.
• Her every move exuded elegance and nobility, as if she were a medieval royal queen honoring a dance to her fateful knight.
• The man smiled and looked her in the eyes, but his succulent lips remained closed. Straightening his back, he made a turn, and Samantha followed behind him.
• They appear picturesque together, as if they have just emerged from an exquisite painting.
• The man was lovely, but the lady next to him was even more so, her set of gleaming hazel orbs that seemed carved out of pure almandine emitted the same golden hue as her hair and her appealing snowy skin glowing in the pale hues of a ripe apricot.
• Her statuesque figure was displayed in all its magnificence and perfection as she walked hand in hand with the man. Her waist was slim, and her hips had a feminine curve that rounded out her violin-shaped figure.
• She looked stunning in her ebony gown. Her stunning figure was adorned by a cocktail off shoulder gown that stopped just three inches above her knees, revealing a lot of her long elegant legs.
• The gown revealed her ample bosom and a deep valley formed between her enticing breasts. Her massive womanly assets were proudly pressing against the fabric, while the garment was tastefully synched to show off her willowy waist.
• Everything she wore was classy and graceful, and she exuded class and elegance. Her modest gown didn't reveal much "It doesn't stop her extreme sexiness from shining through. She didn't mind being a natural born babe and stunner "There's no need to wear revealing or tight-fitting outfits to look sexy because anything would look stunning on her flawless curves.
• Her mature charm only added to her already extremely alluring charm. To say she was young was an understatement; she was like a fine wine; as she aged, she became more beautiful and sexier.
• What a sight to behold, deserving of the title "Perfect Couple."
• Following the waltz tune which originated from the composer"s personal memory, the man brought Samantha to the middle of the dance floor.
• He held her back slowly with one of his strong hands. Samantha could feel the callousness of his hand beneath the silk gown.
• As they looked into each other's eyes, the fingers of his other hand intertwined with hers.
• He drew her closer, leaving no space between their pressing bodies, holding her lower back firmly, which was uncomfortably arousing for her.
• "Nathan." He rumbled low and sexily.
• She had no idea how one word could convey so much sexiness, but sweet damn it sounded so illegally seductive in her ears.
• His scent was overpowering her senses in a pleasant way at this close range. His expensive cologne perfectly complimented his masculine scent, making her dizzy but she couldn't stop herself "It was impossible not to breathe because it was intoxicating.
• His fragrance was vibrant, sexy, and virile.
• "Samantha." She replied before turning to face his enticing, Adonis-like face.
• When Samantha examined his features, she had to raise her head quite a bit. She was tall, standing six feet tall with her heels, but she appeared delicate in comparison to his towering frame.
• She had the opportunity to study his beautiful, perfectly-structured face now that she was this close to him.
• His deep set eyes, aquiline nose, high cheekbones, succulent lips, and every lineament of his face were flawless; there was no other word to describe him.
• She could also tell he was in his twenties because he exuded such a strong and sexy mature aura. She couldn't believe she was dancing with a young man almost half her age.
• She was able to tell by looking at his appearance that he wasn't entirely Huaxian, as some of his characteristics, such as his pale white skin and athletic build, were more typical of the Caucasian race. He certainly inherited the best qualities of his mixed blood.
• He also had a strong, defined masculine jawline, which she thought was perfect. She was a sucker for strong, prominent jaws, so she wanted to touch it.
• "Do you like what you see?" He said it low and with a playful undertone, his lips curving up into a teasing smile, jolting her out of her imagination.
• Samantha nodded and admitted, "Yes," feeling cottequish and a little tipsy.
• "You're absolutely stunning." Sweet as it may sound, she meant what she said.
• Everything about him was the epitome of perfection; everything was aesthetically pleasing to the highest degree, and his Adonis face was so stunning that she could get drunk just looking at it.
• She slid her tongue out to moisten her lower lip, and she noticed his attention was drawn to her lips for a fraction of a second before he quirked up his lips into a fine smirk, drawling out,
• "It's an honor to receive such a compliment from such a lovely and prettiest lady as you." he said.
• Samantha noticed a flush forming on her cheeks. Prettiest? Lady? How long had it been since someone addressed her like that, and the way he said it made her feel desired? She had been longing for this sensation.
• Under the bright crystal chandeliers, their eyes shone; she looked him in the eyes and pursed her lips softly.
• "You certainly know how to win a woman's heart." "She cooed as she applied a light blush to her cheeks.
• His eyes sparkle with mirth. "You understand how to capture a man's heart yourself." he said
• "Coming from a man whose mouth was as sweet as honey," Samantha exclaimed.
• In response, he huffed a soft, endearing laugh.
• They then fell silent for a brief moment, simply admiring one another "s allure while allowing the sweet melody to prickle their warm skins.
• She could feel the heat of his calloused hand as he firmly held her naked back, and she loved the way his fingers intertwined with hers, they felt warm and strong.
• Samantha was then unable to "She couldn't stop herself from asking, she was just curious. "Why me?"
• "I mean." "Look around," she said, her eyes twinkling, "I almost feel guilty for taking the best man from all of those young ladies."
• There were many beautiful young ladies in this hall vying for his attention, and to be honest, their envious gaze was suffocating on her, so why did he choose her? She was, after all, a woman nearly half his age.
• Nathan simply returned her question with a devilish smile and looked her in the eyes, staring deeply into her; she then felt as if her soul was being grasped firmly yet comfortably in his grasp. What a perilous yet alluring sensation.
• To tell the truth, she was not into young men, as a woman who had experienced a lot in life, she found that mature men were more appealing in her eyes. In a way, they could give the sense of warmth and protection, which was something she was looking for in a partner.
• She, however, did not "I'm not sure why she was drawn to him the moment she laid eyes on him, on first sight. Yes, he was young, but there was something about him that she couldn't explain, something that is drawing her deeper into him.
• Samantha felt warm and comfortable as he stood there with his hands on her, almost in a passionate embrace. He gave her the sensation she had been craving.
• It wasn't love, because there is no such thing as love at first sight, only lust at first sight.
• What she felt from him was more carnal, primal; she yearned for heat and the intimate touch of a man.
• "I only want the best and finest things in life." His drawling voice responded to her question.
• "An you Samantha." His gaze pierced her deeply, and her heartbeats quickened.
• "You're the best and finest woman I've ever seen. I want to own and possess the prettiest and ripest flower." He said.
• Samantha just stared at him, her beautiful pupil dilated, her lips slightly parted, but no word came from them; she wasn't expecting such a response. What an arrogance.
• Nathan simply let out a playful chuckle at her expression, clearly amused.
• Samantha knitted her brows, but she decided to play along. "I'm not a property you can possess."
• "How do you know that?" He smirked slyly.
• She felt like she was a trapped cat in the embrace of a cunning wolf at the moment. Samantha felt as if he had grasped her entire being; her mind screamed for freedom, but her body did not.
• "How do you know you're not in my possession? He smiled softly at her, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.
• Samantha was smitten and simply bit her lower lip, "Gentleman shouldn't say such a thing to a lady, you know."
• She had already guessed what kind of man he was. Dangerous and a womanizer, she felt drawn even deeper into him after seeing what lies behind his perfect gentleman mask.
• "I'm not a gentleman." I've never been one."
• Nathan laughed charmingly, and the corner of his lips curved slightly upward, giving the appearance of a smile that was most emphatically not a smile.
• Samantha suddenly felt him pull his arm away from her waist. Her other arm was pulled as she followed him, allowing her body to move with him.