"You could say that," His fingers tighten a little on her shoulder, the hold nothing short of possessive. He turns his attention away from her date, ignoring him as if he wasn't even a participant in the conversation. A little huff passing his lips as he eases his hand along her shoulder to the back of her neck, holding her firmly with a little grunt passing his lips. "Your a woman of class, darling, I don't see how you could refuse such a polite gesture. After all, I would have asked you to dance earlier, had you not been so close to your friend." A light squeeze to the back of her neck, irritable and perhaps a bit threatening, the desire to draw her away growing. A sense of unease already pervading those close enough to them in the room,
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"So, join me, won't you?"