Sheela grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit, her grip firm and certain. Rohit followed with a knowing smirk as the crowd instinctively parted for them.
Once they stepped outside the noisy nightclub, Sheela slowed down. The cool night air brushed against her flushed skin. She was still holding his hand, but her steps gradually became hesitant.
The provocative confidence she had shown on the dance floor was now mixed with a hint of shyness.
She turned to look at him. Her lower lip caught briefly between her teeth.
"Do I… have to tell you exactly what I want?" she asked, her voice lower than usual.
She dropped his hand and briefly averted her gaze toward the ground.
"What a girl wants… when she pulls a guy out of a party like this."
Inside, her heart was racing. The intense grinding and his bold touches during the dance had left her aching with arousal. But now that they were alone and he still wasn't taking control, a wave of embarrassment hit her.
