Paloma should have known that King would never give her the satisfaction of knowing what was behind that poker face of his, and yet it bothered her. Ever since she’d first met the guy, he had always been this way. Cold, aloof. She’d never actually seen him caught off guard. Now that she thought about it, in their six long years of “friendship”, she’d never seen him caught off guard. Her eyebrow perked up and the corners of her lips curled up into a small, almost mischievous, smile when she realized that two could play that game. “Hmmm,” she mumbled. Her eyes scanned the room to find her friend, Jules, who was chatting happily to a mutual friend. Paloma waved at her and made sure she was doing alright before she stoop up from the couch. Her hair, which was pulled up into a high ponytail, fell down her shoulder as she turned to stand in between his legs. She was determined to make him smile. “I’m bored,” the brunette said as she held out her hand. “Let’s dance.”
King hated being seen at his weakest and most vulnerable, it was something that the spotlight had taught him from a young age. dont get caught slackin. If you get caught off guard and with the wrong people, hollywood could be a very dangerous place and he probably knew paloma knew that. that should had been his first word advice to her. kings eyes follow the brunette as she stood up, moving between his legs his eyes slowly ran up and down to admire her body. King leaned in, placing a hand on her thigh and ran it up her body before his hand met with hers. “brave of you to think that I dance.” he commented before standing up, his hand gripping hers. “ i thought we both knew why i really came here and we know its not to dance.”