Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“I’m walking here. Can’t you do your weights on the opposite side of the room?” she asked.
Seeing him in front of her wasn’t helping her rid whatever attraction she felt. She still had to spend the whole day with him, and this was not ideal, not in the least.
“How are you at dancing?” Cain asked.
She clicked a button and brought the machine to a stop, but she didn’t get off right away.
“Why?” she asked.
“Simple. I’ve got a function, and I need you to look your best. Also, it is a formal event and there will be dancing.”
“I don’t dance.”
“Is this you being stubborn, or you genuinely don’t dance?” he asked.
She stared at him and wanted to tell him to fuck off. “I just don’t dance. I can’t dance. I never had a reason to dance.”
“You’ve never been to a party?” he asked.
“Never.”
“Even a birthday one?”
“None.” She stared at him and waited for him to get to the point.
“Okay, what about a nightclub? A New Year’s Eve party?”
She smiled. “You’re really not grasping the whole ‘no party, zip, nada, nothing,’ are you?”
“I’m finding it hard to believe a beautiful woman like yourself has never had a man take you dancing. Were your dates always a meal and a show?” he asked.
“I’ve never been on a date.” And she wasn’t embarrassed by it either. This was her life.
“No dates?”
“None.”
“I find that incredibly hard to believe.”
“I don’t fall with random guys. I don’t trust easily.”
“Well, this is just no good. You see, I have a dinner coming up, and I’m going to need you to learn how to dance.”
She stepped off the damn walking machine. “Then show me, or better yet, why don’t you get a date to these things, and leave me on the sidelines?”
“That won’t do. Women are tricky business.”
“You do realize you are talking to one of those tricky women?” she asked.
He smiled. “Exactly, so you know what I am talking about. Anyway, I need you to play damage control, and if I need you to cut in, that is exactly what is going to happen.”
She blew out a breath and then sighed. “Fine, teach me how to dance. There can’t be much to it.” She held her hands out to her sides and waited.
Cain tutted and then stepped close to her. He surprised her even more by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close. At first, she didn’t know quite what to do. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and, well, his naked body was close to hers. She felt breathless, which was quite alarming.
“Look at me. When you’re dancing, you always look at your partner,” he said.
“Why?”
“It’s rude not to. Besides, why would you be dancing with one person if you were thinking about another?” he asked.
“I can think of plenty of reasons to look at other people.”
He tugged her a little closer, which made her suddenly stop as she was very much aware of how naked he was. He still had on pants, but that didn’t feel like enough between them. She’d never been this close to a man she had feelings for, and it was a little unnerving.
There were words he was saying, but she was too busy trying not to panic to even comprehend what he was saying.
Both of his hands moved to her hips, and he held her, putting slight pressure to move her from side to side. She suddenly realized they were swaying to an imaginary beat. There was no music, just the rapid sound of her heartbeat. She hoped he couldn’t hear it.
Get a grip, Leah. This is dancing. This is doing a stupid job. It doesn’t mean anything, she kept trying to remind herself. Although her treacherous body was no help to her at all. It did what it wanted to do.
“Right, let’s change this up. This is when the music is slow, and we can be close.” One of his hands left her hip, and the other took hold of her hand. Her hand looked so small compared to his large one.
“Do you like dancing?” she asked, hoping to distract herself.
“No.”
“Then why do it?”
“Sometimes it is a necessity. I’m sure you have had to go through things that are necessary, rather than an odd desire.”
She nodded her head. “But isn’t dancing kind of a luxury?”
“With the right person, it can feel like a necessity,” he said.
“How?” she asked, more curious than she wanted to be. There was that tempting smile again.
Why did he have to possess such a sexy smile? She knew it was why she was in the circumstances she was in. His smile was too much of a temptation. She’d even tried to think of him as a father, but there was no way that was happening. No daughter should ever think of a parent the way she felt about him. She certainly shouldn’t be drooling over him naked, and wondering if it would be a good idea to lose her virginity to him.