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Or maybe she’s too clever for my own good.
“Damn.” Her voice cuts into the stillness.
“Wasn’t sure you would come.” I drop back onto my feet from a handstand, taking her in. The tank top and yoga pants leave little to the imagination, accenting every thick curve.
“How could I resist practicing with you?” It’s teasing and scathing at the same time. She’s mad that we haven’t talked.
It was foolish of me to let her in as far as I have. As if I could have kept her at arm’s length. She’s too tenacious, and I want her too badly.
“Speaking of dancing. Warm up. Start with leg swings.”
“Yes sir!”
I’m going to regret this. As she gets ready, I flow through a few moves, keeping an eye on her form.
Perfect. For more reasons than just my own visual satisfaction.
In the wake of the sweet release of watching Hellena finger herself right here in the dance studio, I made a decision. I came up with a plan.
It’s difficult. It’s simple.
It’s the right thing to do.
The animal within me screams that I'm betraying her. That I'm a monster.
That’s just something I’ll have to live with.
New orders from my superiors put things in perspective.
So, I need to get her ready. I need to see it through and pick up the pieces afterward.
The first step is to get her training. Dancing with me.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” She stretches, touching her toes, spreading that fantastic ass for me to see. On purpose. It doesn’t help that we’re in the studio where she…
“You’re too good of a dancer not to. You will make our routine, this upcoming show, truly inspirational.”
“And what is this big show? You still haven’t filled me in on anything, as usual.”
“A surprise.” It’s a fine line to walk, being nice to her and being strict. In effect, our relationship has become a dance, in addition to training together.
My plan depends on her performing. It’s another step in the overall game, one I hope I can get her through with the least amount of damage done.
She drags a finger across my chest as she walks by. “What's in it for me?”
I can tell she's intrigued. Especially since I've been dangling the carrot in front of her about this big event, one she’s also been coordinating this past week, making calls to performers, caterers. She can’t resist the clues I’ve left.
“Giving a performance the likes of which no one in Sanctum Harbor has ever seen.”
“Ugh. Why does that mysterious, coy bullshit always work on me?”
“Because you’re a dreamer, like me.”
“You are so melodramatic.” Hellena smiles snidely. “Play some damn music already and tell me what to do!” She's eager. She wants to make it right with me. A part of me longs to make it right with her as well.
I can't do that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
I've kept her bogged down in paperwork. Starving her out.
