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“I didn’t see a wedding ring on his finger, so he’s still fair game,” Lipstick girl says.
Her friend shakes her head while scoffing, “The man is filthy rich. What makes you think he’ll give any of us a second glance? He can pick any woman in the country. Besides, if it hasn’t happened by now, it will never happen.”
Lipstick girl waves her hand over her well-toned body. “No man has ever said no to all of this. I just need an opportunity to get his attention.”
Her friend shakes her head again, and when I flush the toilet after scrubbing it, she shoots an uninterested glance my way before saying, “Let’s go.”
The dancers leave the restroom, and I continue working while I think about the new owner of the ballet company. The name was changed to La Rosa Opera Ballet a while back, and every ballerina I’ve encountered practically drools over the new owner, whom I haven’t seen yet.
Hey, whatever rocks their boat.
When I’m finished with the stalls, I quickly wipe down the sinks before mopping the floor. Pushing my cart out of the restroom, I head down the hallway, glancing into all the studios. Sure everyone has left for the day, I go to where my locker is and change into tight-fitting shorts and a cropped t-shirt.
Every night when the place has emptied out, I steal thirty minutes to dance. It helps ease my stress.
Ever since I was little, I’ve always loved dancing. I used to put on silly shows for Tyrone, and he used to clap his hands as if he’d witnessed the most epic performance.
A smile tugs around my mouth as I walk to the nearest studio.
Tyrone is a saint. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have him as a neighbor.
In the studio, I connect my cell phone to the speakers so I can listen to my personal playlist while I dance.
As Alive by Sia starts to fill the air, I walk to the mirror and lock eyes with my reflection.
Deep breath in…and out.
I’m in control of my life.
Good things will come to me.
I choose to let go of the bad and invite only positive things into my life.
Nodding at myself, I suck in a deep breath before I begin to move. All the stress and worried thoughts fade to the background, and my body takes over.
My heart beats faster and faster, and my breaths speed up as the song's tempo grows. I spin and shoot across the floor, and at times, it feels like I’m flying.
For a blessed moment, I feel free from the constraints of my life.
As Sia’s voice cracks on the high notes, I come to a stop and with my eyes closed, I listen as the song ends.
I take deep breaths of air and slowly lift my lashes.
My playlist skips to the next song, and as I’m Not Afraid by Tommee Profitt and Wondra begins to play, my eyes lock on a man.
My chest heaves from all the exercise, and my hands fist at my sides as the shock of seeing the most attractive man I’ve ever crossed paths with stuns me.
He’s leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb, and even though I don’t know much about luxury brands, I’m willing to bet the fifty-dollar tip I got today that the suit he’s wearing costs more than I make in a year.
His light brown hair is tousled, which is in total contrast with his expensive clothes, and his brown eyes have a gleam to them I can’t quite place. He’s taller than the average guy and looks well-built.
As my eyes lock on his face again, I find myself staring once more. There’s just something about him that draws me in.
The corner of his mouth lifts while he tilts his head slightly.
The man seems amused by my reaction to him.
Knowing I shouldn’t be in the studio, I quickly come to my senses and walk to where I left my phone. I stop the playlist and disconnect my phone before walking to the door, where the man is still leaning against the doorjamb.
