DO YOU ONLY WANNA DANCE?
Chapter Five
Katie walked with Javier. He was
quiet and he stood still, walking and not looking at her. She wanted to tell
him about the surprise she had kept for months from him. But his birthday was next
week, and the closer it got, the more she was anxious to tell him about it. Her
surprise had cost a lot of money. Money she didn't have. She knew it would mean
a lot to him. It had to. He always told her that his father had died and he
barely remembered him. So, buying a nightclub for his birthday in his father's
name was going to shock him, but lately he had looked so depressed that she
didn't know what to do.
"Javier." Katie looked
at him.
"Yeah, Katie?" He
looked over at her.
"Do you regret us being
together?" She held his hand.
"Not one bit. What makes you
ask that?" He looked at her like she was crazy.
"You just look so depressed
lately." She leaned against him.
"Just a little. My birthday
is but a week away. It always makes me depressed that I don't get to celebrate
with my father." Javier held his father's memory like a precious gift
close to his heart.
"I promise you next week
will be a day to remember. When your birthday comes, you’re going to be happy.
So, no more pouting, Suarez. That's an order." She held up his chin and
kissed it.
"Yes, Mrs. Suarez." He
smiled and kissed her back.
"Not quite yet, but we are
getting there. I can't wait to be Mrs. Javier Suarez." She held herself
proudly.
"Me, either. I love you,
Katie." She took a deep breath and exhaled.
"I love you, Javier."
Katie smiled, her facing glowing.
"So, this Jack Dawson. Is he
in your class or something?" Javier had to ask.
"Yeah. Ironic, isn't it?
Why? Are you jealous?" Katie teased.
"No," he lied.
"Yes, you are. Don't lie. I
saw the look you gave him." Katie looked at Javier. She knew when he lied.
"All right. Maybe just a
little." He held up his fingers, expressing just how much he was jealous.
"Don't be. I love you and
only you. Race you home. Last one gets to view the ceiling." She ran fast,
and with him carrying her books, he couldn't run as fast. So he let her go
ahead, wanting her to win.
When she got to their small
apartment, she was out of breath, but she had won either way. Javier appeared
behind her. "So, Katie, are you tired already? We haven't even begun to
make love yet."
"Javier, you’re going to be
the death of me." She laughed.
"Not just yet, my
love." He picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and opened the door
to their apartment. She laughed and held onto him. She loved him so much. She
couldn't think straight.
*****
Jack went into the bank and
withdrew a little more than the amount Rosa had told him. He opened a new
account under her name. He wasn't quite sure whether to use Rose or Rosa, so he
put Rose instead. When he was done, he took everything with him, all the papers
and the account information. Upon leaving the bank, he saw his beautiful
girlfriend, Rosa.
"I thought I would meet you
here." Rosa smiled and ran up to him.
"Ah…thanks. I missed
you." He went up to her and kissed her.
"Me, too." She hugged
him tightly. She hadn't even mentioned him to her mother yet.
"Listen, I did something I
probably shouldn't have done, but I did it anyway." He wondered if he
should have done what he had already done.
"What did you do?" Rosa
was curious.
"I got a new account under
your name and I put some money in there for you. A little more than the amount
you mentioned." He looked at her with a serious stare.
"How much more?" Rosa
asked.
He opened the account booklet, and
the number read five hundred thousand dollars.
"Oh, my gosh. Are you crazy?
That's half a million." Rosa took a step back, unable to imagine the
amount.
"I want you to have it,
Rosa. I love you." He put the booklet in her hands.
"I don't know what to say."
She was speechless.
"Don't say anything. Just
take it." Jack was so trusting, it wasn't funny.
"I can't take that amount,
Jack. Unless I give you something." Rosa took his hand.
"What can you possibly give
me that I don't already have?" Jack asked her.
"My love, gratitude, and
something else." That something was going to be a surprise after their
dance lessons.
"Now, that I will take. Is
this what you’re going to wear for our dance lessons?" Jack asked, walking
with her down the street back to the hotel.
"No. I was hoping I could
change in your suite." She had her outfit in the bag she held.
"Sure. Come on." He
took her hand and slung his backpack on his back.
Together, they walked to the
hotel. When they walked in, Rosa made a detour to her employer and turned in
her resignation. Her employer was surprised to see that she had quit. But he
was happy, because she was a hard worker and she needed more time for her
social life. He saw the young man standing and waiting for her. When she took
his hand, she smiled. When she came in for work, she smiled, but not like she
smiled at the young man.
In the elevator, Jack caressed
her neck. She leaned into his kisses and then turned around and kissed him on
the lips upon arriving at the floor to his suite. They pulled apart when they
heard the elevator open.
"This way, miss." Jack
smiled, acting like a gentleman.
"Why, thank you, Mr.
Dawson." Rosa acted.
When Jack saw his mom, he wasn't
smiling anymore. "My mom is here," he whispered to Rosa. "Hi,
Mom. Where's Ty?" Jack walked in casually.
"He's at a meeting. Who's
this?" Martha smiled. The beautiful redhead smiled.
"Hello. I am Rosa
Delgado." Rose stepped forward.
"Nice to meet you. Jack, you
never told me you made a friend." Martha looked at Jack.
"I was too tired last night
to mention I had a girlfriend," Jack said, not caring if his mother liked
her or not.
"Well, nice to meet you,
Rosa." Martha was happy he had chosen her. She looked right for him.
"Likewise, Mrs.
Dawson," Rosa said with a polite gesture.
"Well, rather than bore you
two, I am going to go. I have a spa treatment. Oh, and Rosa, you can call me
Martha," she said, heading for the door.
"Thanks, Martha, and call me
Rose. I like that a little better." Rosa had a feeling people liked Rose
better than Rosa.
"All right, Rose. I look
forward to seeing you later. Maybe we can talk more later," Martha said.
"I would like that."
Rosa nodded her head.
"Bye," Martha said,
then closed the door, leaving them alone.
Jack looked at Rosa. He went to her,
touching her neck. He traced his finger down her cleavage to the first button
on her dress. "Jack, what are you doing?"
"You have to change. I
wanted to help."
"Oh, no, you don't, mister.
Women first." She pulled his hand away. "Where's your bedroom?"
"There." He pointed to
the last door down the hallway.
She dragged him like a child to
his room. When they got there, Rosa held him up against the door. She kissed
him madly, like a teenager on prom night.
"Rose, are we really going
to do this now?" Jack asked.
"It's up to you, Dawson. How
far are you willing to go?" Rosa stood there. The first button on her
dress was undone.
"As far as you'll take me,
Rose." Jack stayed against the door.
"Then don't count on second
base yet. Because we're just getting started." Rosa smiled at him, then
noticed the time.
"Dance lessons. Get
dressed," she ordered him.
"Yes, Ma'am." Jack went
to his dresser and pulled out a pair of worn pants and a t-shirt.
Rosa got into her bag and pulled
out pants and a midriff top. She started to take her dress off over her head.
Jack just looked. She smiled, knowing he was looking. She just kept going until
she had changed, not stopping to see what he was doing. When she was done, he
was barely putting on his pants.
"Wow. Nice white legs."
She whistled at him.
"Yeah. I don't like the sun
much." He zipped up the zipper and buttoned the clasp.
"Let me help." She
undid the buttons on his shirt. When she pulled it off, she was surprised to
see his chest underneath. "You work out?"
"Not really." He liked
the way she looked at him with love and desire.
"We're gonna have fun, Jack.
This is gonna be a summer you’re never gonna forget." She tossed him his
shirt and got out of the room before temptation took over. That man was
definitely going to be the death of her. He was gorgeous. Dancing lessons or no
dancing lessons, he had already won her heart.