Page 54 of Lost & Found

“I’ll be more prepared next time,” she breathed, looking contrite.

Tearing my gaze away from her legs, I did a slow crawl up, and I stopped. Frowning, I murmured, “This won’t do. Here, let me.” I knelt down in front of her, and the gasp that escaped her lips went straight to my dick.

She immediately put her hands down the front of the skirt, holding it in place. “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

I smirked up at her. “You forgot to tie this.”

My fingertips brushed against her leg as I reached out to where the ribbon of the skirt hung loosely at her side. The delicate fabric whispered against my touch. At that moment, time stood still as I carefully tied it in a bow.

My fingers deftly worked to secure it in place. The silence stretched tight and thick with everything neither of us was saying. As I finished tying it and rose, I had to fight the urge to trail my hands up the back of her thighs and haul her body into mine.

Damn. I needed space. She was killing me, and the sad part was, she was clueless. I stepped back to give her space as the confused look in her eyes demanded it, almost.

“You ready to begin?” I asked.

“I think so. Go easy on me? At least for tonight.”

I could hear her fear.

“Of course. I promise it’s not that hard. Dancing doesn’t have to be difficult.”

“Unless you have two left feet, right?”

“I suppose, but most individuals just need proper instruction and practice. Like with anything, the more you do it, the better you get.”

She scoffed, making me chuckle. It was best to fall back into our normal patterns, so I rocked my shoulders into hers.

“Any dance can be mastered with good guidance and concentrated effort. You can learn. Today, we’ll start slow. A nice stretch and warm-up and then we’ll look at your form.”

“You have to promise me right now you won’t laugh.”

“I wouldn’t, Isabella. I know this isn’t easy for you, but it can be fun if you let it. That’s one of the benefits of dancing. It’s fun and if you don’t take yourself too seriously, you might find you enjoy it.”

She nodded and then grabbed my arm. “Would you take my picture?” She unlocked her phone and handed it to me.

“Are we documenting our list items, then?”

“It’s for Kinsley. I was a bit harsh earlier. This might cheer her up. But your idea has merit. Maybe I should document all the items on the list.”

I burst out laughing. “All of them?”

Her face turned red, and she exclaimed, “Well, not all of them. Definitely not number three. Bash would have a heart attack and keel over if I made a sex tape.”

She laughed, and that set us both off. Yeah, he would die, but not until he killed whomever it was she made the tape with. I’d help him along, but she didn’t need to know that. I took four pictures, and she chose one quickly and sent it off.

We made our way down the hall to Studio B, and I held the door open. Did I check out the sway of her ass as she walked past me? Most definitely, I did. The only thing that would have made it better was if she wasn’t wearing the skirt.

She stepped tentatively into the room. That flutter of anticipation settled in my chest. I chose some warm-up music and then led her to the center of the room.

“We start with a warm-up. I know most people think stretching comes first, but it’s beneficial to warm up the muscles before stretching them. It’s going to seem silly, but I know you’ve taken lessons with Ivan, so some of it is gonna be easy. Jumping Jacks.” She groaned. I raised an eyebrow. “Dissension, and we haven’t even begun.”

“No. It’s…I should have worn my sports bra. Don’t stare,” she said, grinning bashfully. It was so fucking cute seeing her this way.

“I’m a professional. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Liar,” she mumbled as I chuckled.

We started with two sets of twenty and then moved on. And laughing was the last thing on my mind as she moved.