Chapter 1181
"Kevin, chill out a bit," Willow said, rolling her eyes and gently pressing his fingers. "I promised, didn't I? We've got all day, so let's take it easy. How about you pour me a glass of wine?"
On the coffee table, there was a bottle of white wine and two glasses, looking all fancy under the wall lamp. Kevin grabbed the bottle, poured a glass of red wine, and handed it to Willow with a grin. "Here you go."
"That's not how you pour wine," Willow said, half amused, half exasperated. "You only fill it a third of the way, and you gotta swirl it to let it breathe. Otherwise, you might as well be drinking soda."
Kevin felt a bit embarrassed. He didn't know squat about wine. Growing up, soda was a treat when he was sick. Even the cheapest wine was pricey, and the good stuff was way out of his league. Willow's words made him feel like a total newbie.
Seeing his discomfort, Willow smiled, poured the wine into another glass, and handed it back to him. "Come on, I'll show you how to taste wine. It's a whole experience. First, hold the glass up to the light to check the clarity. Look at the color at the edge to guess its age. After it breathes, give it a sniff, then take a sip. Don't swallow right away; let it sit in your mouth, feel it with your tongue, then swallow. Got it?" She demonstrated, looking all elegant and charming.
Kevin watched, mesmerized by Willow's rosy lips sipping the wine. He couldn't help but fantasize about those lips on him, and he felt a stir down below. He had thought Willow was just another repressed mature woman, but she was way more sophisticated. This only made him want her more. If she were just easy, it wouldn't be as exciting.
Kevin tried to mimic Willow and took a sip, but immediately spat it out, finding it bitter and astringent, nothing like soda.
"You have no taste," Willow laughed. This bottle of white wine was one she had bought for fifty grand at an auction last year. It wasn't as famous as Lafite, but it was still top-notch. The sip Kevin spat out was worth hundreds of dollars.
"Come here," Willow said, beckoning him closer. She took a sip from her glass, then leaned in and transferred the wine from her mouth to his. Kevin instinctively sucked the wine from her lips, her teasing making him burn with desire. He grabbed her and started kissing her passionately. Willow knew exactly how to seduce a man.
But just as Kevin was getting into it, Willow slipped out of his embrace, smiling. "Does it taste better now?"
"Yeah, Willow, I want more," Kevin panted, totally hooked by this mesmerizing woman. From the moment he stepped into the club, it felt like the roles of hunter and prey had flipped.
"Don't get too greedy, Kevin. Even the best wine shouldn't be overindulged," Willow teased, her smile dripping with temptation. Her mature allure was intoxicating. She swayed her hips and laughed lightly, "Come on, I'll teach you how to dance."
Kevin had never danced before. Awkwardly, he placed his left hand on Willow's soft waist and held her hand with his right. Under her guidance, he started moving to the soft music playing in the bedroom. Willow's face was slightly flushed, her lips tender, her eyes dreamy, and her breath close. The scent of her made Kevin feel so relaxed he almost went limp. His lower body was hard and swollen, and his hand on Willow's waist slowly slid down to her round, full buttocks, feeling its firmness and giving it a squeeze.
"Focus on the dance, Kevin," Willow laughed softly, looking at him with seductive eyes. "Have you ever danced with a girl before?"
"No, this is my first time," Kevin admitted. He used to hang out at movies, pool halls, and arcades with Albert. Even when they went to dance halls, it was just to sneak peeks at girls' legs. People didn't go to karaoke bars to dance; they had other intentions. Many cheated because of dancing, and some even fought over dance partners, leading to serious incidents. There was a time when competition among dance halls was fierce, with prostitutes openly soliciting business at the doors. On his way home from school, Kevin could see those prostitutes sitting at the doors, showing off their chests and thighs. Back then, Natalie worked at a dance hall, Jasper was still wielding a knife, and Bethany was selling clothes in a mall. So many years had passed, and things had changed so much.
"Then you need to learn well. If you go to a lot of parties in the future and can't dance, you'll become a laughingstock. And don't be so stiff; you need to follow the rhythm of the music," Willow giggled, her body gently rubbing against Kevin's. That kind of teasing, neither too close nor too distant, was even more arousing than full-body contact.
"I got it, Willow," Kevin said, determined to learn. At first, his steps were always half a beat slow, and he occasionally stepped on Willow's feet. But under her careful guidance, he quickly got the hang of it, and his movements became much smoother.
"Kevin, you're pretty smart, much better than Devon," Willow said, looking surprised. "When I taught Devon to dance back then, he couldn't get it even after a month. I almost broke up with him, thinking if he couldn't even learn to dance, what else could he do? Who knew Devon would become the County Treasurer?"
Listening to Willow talk about her and her husband, Kevin couldn't tell if she was mocking or bragging. After all, for ordinary folks, getting into the government was already a big dream, let alone becoming the County Treasurer, a position that managed finances.
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