He pulled her back to him with flair, glancing around the ballroom as he did so and taking in the rest of the guests, noticing them watch him. The Tango was his speciality - a dance built on sexual tension and release - and he knew where she was without even looking at her. He knew that her slinky black dress had hiked up her thighs a little during the last move, that she was flushed slightly with excitement. He knew this without looking at her; from her breathing, the heat of her skin as he pulled her close to him, from the way she was melting into his chest.
He could smell her perfume. He closed his eyes and breathed it in.
The dance finished and the guests applauded and cheered. Martin bowed with a flourish, holding the hand of his partner just firmly enough as she curtsied. She leaned into him quickly and kissed his cheek, lingering a little longer than might be appropriate, and he smiled at her, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it and bowing slightly.
He whirled from her and stode purposefully to the bar, where he ordered an espresso martini. He leaned on the bar and surveyed the room while he waited for his drink. Distinguished gentlemen and ladies mingled in expensive dresses and tuxedos, holding crystal martini and wine glasses in white-gloved hands. Here was the Sultan of Brunei, there the United States' Ambassador To Chile.
His dance partner walked over to him, fixing an earring. She leaned in to him and whispered "That got their attention." The bartender placed his drink on the counter, and she picked it up and sipped from it, winking at Martin. "Thanks for the drink", she said, turning her back to him and walking away, knowing that he was watching her go with a smile on his face.
He ordered another martini for himself. "Got their attention indeed", he thought. "Now it's just a matter of how to leverage it to get what we want."
