Fatal Jealousy (Black Widow Book 1) Read Free Page B

and a long sleeve tee shirt that hugged his arms just the right way.
    She then turned to the burger place, “I think I’m a little overdressed for The Hot Spot. ”
    He shook his head, “You are dressed just right. Are you very hungry?”
    “Nope. Why?”
    He took her hand and pulled her across the street, “Good because we are going dancing.”
    Ellie laughed, “Dancing? You can dance?”
    “Hey! I’ve got moves!”
    “Sure you do!”
    They walked into the club, cutting the long line. He greeted the bouncers at the door and introduced her to them. He held her in front of him as they walked into the crowded club filled with Spanish music.
    He spoke in her ear, “Do you know how to salsa?”
    Ellie nodded, “Dancing is my second love.”
    He guided them to a roped off area, “What’s your first, that is before I replace it?”
    She laughed, “Painting. And I highly doubt you can replace that.”
    Once they’d sat down in the oddly less noisy section he waved to the waiter, “Why not?”
    “I paint when I’m happy and when I’m sad. I paint when I need to think, painting is in every part of my life.” She shrugged her shoulder, “It’s the feeling I get when my paint brush introduces the canvas to my imagination and emotions. Everything just seems to make sense when I paint. And the world just stands still for that moment...”
    Carson watched as the emotions danced on her face, echoing her love for painting. For that moment she looked so.... perfect, “I love your passion.”
    Ellie turned to look at him. She felt very shy under his sweet gaze, “Passion is very necessary for life.”
    The corner of his lips rose seductively, “Because it leads to ecstasy and complete satisfaction.”
    Ellie cocked an eyebrow at him, “Dale, is sex all you think about?”
    “I also have some artistic background.”
    “Of course you do!”
    “I’ll have you know I was essential in all the art classes.”
    Ellie noticed the defensive tone in his voice. She decided to show a little interest, “Were you a tutor? And which class did you like most, sculpture or painting?”
    “Both.” He moved closer to her, placing his hand behind her and leaning forward leaving an inch between their faces, “I was the subject.”
    Ellie held her breath, captivated by his eyes. It was like getting tempted with one kilogram box of chocolate. You know you shouldn’t have too much of it, but the sweet arousing temptation is just too good to pass up.
    The spell was broken when the waiter came with drinks, “Carson! It’s been a while.” He turned and looked at her and nodded with approval, “She’s sizzling.”
    Carson handed him his gold card, “Find your own date, Teddy.”
    Walking away, “I can try, but she won’t be as appetizing. She’s a perfect ten Carson!”
    “Nice friend,” Ellie whispered, biting the inside of her cheek to hide her annoyance. She wondered if this was a routine for Dale. Did he bring all his dates to his spot or only the ones that proved hard to bed on the first date?
    He handed her the martini, “He’s too nosy for his own good.”
    “Why? Because he rates every girl, you bring here?” She pointed to the bar, her livid gaze set on him, “When is he going to hold up my scorecard, I’d like to know if I’m top five?”
    Carson heard the anger in her voice and he knew the date was about to go up in flames. He took her drink and placed it on the table. Grabbing her hands, he pulled her off the couch and dragged her to the dance floor, “Before the possibility of a third date is ruined, let’s go dance.”
    “Dale...” she started, reluctantly.
    “No talking, just dance,” he spun her around and brought her to an abrupt stop against him. He dipped her low and then slowly bringing her up, whispered in her ear, “You are the only girl I’ve brought here,” he chuckled, “I met the others here.” He held her close to him.
    Unbelievable, arrogant ass! “Of course you’d think that