X is for Xenia

His lips were so close to my ear that it made the hairs on my neck stand up. I could smell his breath, I guess he had been drinking quite a bit too.

"Oh sure - for a favour."

I smiled flirtatiously. Yolanda was right. This was MY big chance. James stared at me quizzically as I downed the rest of my gin in one.

"What's that?"

My eyes went to the dance floor. I could see my brother-in-law's three friends watching us. Watching James chatting up a hot-looking tart. I realised I needed to persuade him.

"Come on James. Dance with me. Show your mates you can still pull."

I knew I was drunk but I was rational enough not to actually say 'Hey James! I want you!'

He smiled at the idea, still looking nervous. He was probably worried for a moment that I would tell my sister. Well even if he didn't dance with me, I wouldn't tell him on him. I adored the guy but he was straight as a die and married to my sister. He grinned at me, appreciating the humour in the situation.

"OK babe!"

And I took his hand to lead him onto the small dance floor where everyone was trying to create a space for themselves. It was rather cramped, we had to squeeze our bodies in. I felt somehow awkward, but from the word go I was loving it, feeling his hard chest pushed against my boobs. I could feel myself getting hot, I grinned at him and reached up to slide my arms around his neck and place my cheek next to his. James didn't seem to mind though. I don't know if it was because he was also a bit tipsy already or that he really was thinking of me as his little sister-in-law after all. Or that I could always blackmail him into doing whatever I want, within reason, by suggesting I tell Sandra about his little outing to 'The Pink Panther'.

"Well James, how is it? Dancing with your sister-in-law?"

My heart was throbbing!

"Sister-in-law! Ha!"

"James, can I remind you? I assume you don't want me to tell Sandra you came with your mates to a gay club - just to look and sneer, I suppose."