We both stared at the tall, red-haired beauty that had just asked my wife to dance. She introduced herself as Michelle.
Apparently she was the owner of the Orchid Club and had been watching Angel since she arrived.
Once again I watched my wife being led onto the dance floor by a beautiful woman. This time it was different. No groping or fondling.
I watched with envy as Michelle expertly swayed, dipped and spun my wife around the floor like a puppet.
The other couples stopped dancing and watched the two women gently glided across the floor like Fred and Ginger.
I had never seen Angel dance like this. I guess she just needed the right partner.
I started getting jealous watching the two women gazing deep into each other's eyes.
The chemistry between them was magical and I was getting a little worried.
The waitress brought me a refill and noticed my anxiety.
"Watch out," she chided, "Michelle has stolen more than one wife. Better get her out of here!"
I replied, smugly, "I'm not worried; no one can steal my Angel."
"OK, don't say I didn't warn you." She answered, laughingly.
When I looked back to the dance floor I noticed Angel and Michelle were missing.
I got up and went to the back room but they were nowhere to be found.
I went back to the table and finished my drink, then another, and another.
I was getting a little tipsy by the time Angel returned to our table.
"Where have you been?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Oh," my wife replied. Michelle took me on a tour of the club and the grounds. It has stopped raining and the fresh air smelled wonderful."