In another world, another time

It is what it is...I want what I want...I need what I need...

Her eyes fluttered closed.

Pulling back, he told her, "Say it," before he leaned in again, sipping on her lips, her breath turning short as he did this.

"I'll concede... that... it's there." It was barely a whisper heard above the music.

Slanting his lips over hers, he kissed her again, slightly deeper.

Gazing into her eyes when he pulled away, his lips widened a genuine smile on his lips.

He leaned back; draping is arm across her shoulders as he did.

She gravitated towards him.

"I never figured you a jazz lover."

"I'm not, usually, not up until I had someone change my mind just now."

She smiled, "Bet you never thought I could sing."

"I'd never put anything past you Steffy Forrester. I expect much more surprises will emerge from you."

"How did you like the fashion show?" she asked, a level of seriousness in her tone that told him her business acumen was forefront.

"I suspect many will be surprised by the foray into the dark edge of sensuality. Forrester Creations has never done that before. That being said, you and Genevieve made it work; pulled the whole thing off with a finesse that will no doubt leave the fashion industry waiting for more."

Her face lit up at his words.

"I have to admit, if Andre hadn't helped us, we wouldn't have been able to make it that superb."

"Helped you how?" his voice harsh as jealousy reared its nosy head.

A knowing smirk on her face as she answered, no doubt amused by his tone.

"Back in Europe he is a stage and lighting effect savant, known for pushing the boundaries .He's the one who designed it so that my shoes would light up with every step I took. He also called in a favour from Taylor Swift who he met in Paris. Lemar was more than happy to help her out with the performance."

Steffy's smirk lingered even more at how he refused to respond beyond his wordless grunt.

"Did you plan on being a model the whole time you were planning the show?"

"No actually. Genevieve roped me in about ten minutes before the curtains went up. She is tenacious in her requests. She'd designed the outfit I wore on the sly, it wasn't even a part of the original runway pieces, let alone the showstopper we had planned on."

"But what a showstopper it was indeed," Bill responded, his voice hoarse as the image of her sprang forth in his mind.

"Liked it did you?"

"You and I both know the answer to that," he said, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

Steffy giggled, looking at something over his shoulder. He turned to see his friend being dragged on to his feet by a determined Genevieve who was ignoring all his refusals.

"We will make our own dancefloor then. I want to dance, and you will dance with me," she told poor Justin as she continued to drag him away. Smiling he looked back at Steffy to find her eyes on him.

"I am not dancing."

"I know," her sultry voice replied before she snatched his drink out of his hand, throwing it back. Faster than he knew her to be, she leaned in towards him,

"Close your eyes."

"Steffy," he argued, no command in his voice as her fingers ran up his cheek to his eyes.