Chapter 27
Nathaniel recognized Harrison instantly.
Isabella never expected to see Harrison on the dance floor, let alone moving with such sensual confidence. Harrison's body flowed with the music, every motion effortless yet electrifying. Her hips rolled with a rhythm that would make professional dancers envious, each movement more captivating than the last.
As a trained ballerina, Isabella hated admitting Harrison outshone her. Harrison possessed a raw, magnetic energy she couldn't replicate - more precise, more alluring, undeniably sexier.
Every man in The Velvet Lounge watched Harrison with hungry eyes. Whistles and cheers erupted around the dance floor. The atmosphere crackled with masculine appreciation.
Isabella's nails dug into her palms. How could this provincial nobody dance like that? She, the prima ballerina, was being upstaged by Harrison's natural talent.
Why did Harrison always steal her spotlight?
Then Nathaniel's arm slipped from Isabella's waist. He stepped forward, his gaze locked on Harrison with unsettling intensity.
Nathaniel was staring at Harrison.
Isabella's blood boiled.
Sebastian and his wealthy friends rose from their seats, shock evident on their faces as they recognized the woman commanding the dance floor.
"Sebastian, you know her?" Alexander asked, eyes gleaming.
"Is that...Harrison?" Sebastian gasped.
Alexander's expression brightened. "Harrison?" His excitement was palpable. "She's exactly who I've been searching for!"
The group froze. The woman who'd captured Alexander's attention - this ethereal yet fiery dancer - was Harrison?
Sebastian looked skeptical. "Alexander, are you certain? There must be some mistake."
Arabella, who despised Harrison, gaped in disbelief. The country mouse she'd always mocked was now drawing Alexander's admiration? "Alexander, what could you possibly see in Harrison?" she blurted.
Isabella scoffed. "Alexander, stop joking. This isn't amusing!"
Alexander ignored them all. His eyes remained fixed on Harrison, a slow smile forming. "She's intoxicating."
Nathaniel's expression darkened. He'd already handled the Ferrari situation, but this new development unsettled him. Harrison - dancing like that, so provocatively - stirred something dangerous inside him.
What was she thinking? If she moved like that with a woman, how would she dance with a man? Was she deliberately seeking attention?
As the music faded, Harrison, glistening with sweat, exited the dance floor with Gabrielle. Their path led them directly past Nathaniel's VIP section.
Alexander intercepted them. "Hello, gorgeous. Fancy seeing you here."
Harrison paused, recognizing the man who'd flirted with her from the sports car.
"You," she said.
Alexander grinned. "Alexander, at your service. Fate seems determined to bring us together. May I buy you a drink?"
"Alexander?" Harrison didn't know him.
Then she felt it - that familiar, icy stare. Looking up, she met Nathaniel's glacial gaze. His eyes cut through her like shards of glass.
Why was he looking at her like that? Was he still upset about Isabella's earlier performance?
Alexander glanced between them. "Do you two know each other?"