Page 5 of Dance for Me

“Sure, Mom, whatever. Talk to you later.” It sounded like her mother was going to say something else, but Vanessa cut her off by hanging up.

“Bitch,” she said quietly but out loud nonetheless.

She then set her phone down and slammed her laptop screen shut. A gentle slam, her laptop was expensive after all.

She was in need of a break from her resume after that because she was tempted to add in the heading, SOS; If not hired, will have to be sent home to live with the wicked evil witch of the west. Please don’t send the flying monkeys.

Monkeys terrified her.

She angrily gripped her cup as she drank her café mocha and was just about to gather her things when she heard a deep male voice. It sent a shiver down her spine.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day.”

His voice was one that women dreamt for their man to sound like. It was like one of those men’s shampoo commercials, the guy sweetly wooing the woman, not just by the shampoo.

He was seated next to her, cell phone in one hand, and coffee cup in the other. He was nicely dressed, wearing a white collared, button up dress shirt, and a pair of neatly pressed suit pants. His shoes were a shiny onyx, which she knew were expensive because she recognized that they were the new style by Ralph Lauren.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t notice the way his shirt stretched across his muscular chest, or the way his sleeves formed against the bulge of his biceps. He wasn’t big like a body builder, but he looked like he hadn’t skipped any gym sessions.

She must have forgotten how to speak because it took her several minutes to form a proper sentence.

“Excuse me?” Vanessa was finally able to spit out but sounding like she sucked out the helium in a balloon.

He raised his coffee cup to take a drink and she saw the way he drew his full, kissable lips to a side grin. Revealing a small dimple to the right of his cheek, that was sexy enough to send an explosive sensation through her body.

The same hand that held his coffee, had a black snake tattoo that went all the way up his forearm, only stopping when the cuffed material of his shirt blocked the rest. She wanted so badly to run her hand over his arm, pulling his sleeve along with it, being able to see the whole work of art. Funny, she never thought of tattoos to be so appealing until this very moment.

This man was a walking sex stick and he knew it.

She felt the warmth rise in her cheeks and it suddenly felt extremely hot inside the café.

She undid the top button of her sweater without thinking, which hadn’t gone by unnoticed. He glanced at her chest and he swiped his tongue, ever so slightly, on his now moistened lips. His left eyebrow was raised, which held a small, but very sexy piercing just above his hazel eyes.

She let out a desiring and wanting breath. But he cleared his throat, snapping her back to planet Earth.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” His slight Adam’s apple bobbed. “But sounds to me like you are looking for a new place of employment.”

Was she? Suddenly, she forgot all of everything. She wasn’t even sure what her name was at this point. Ask her to say her birthday and forget it.

His voice was one that she wanted him to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Bedroom voice for sure. He was dark and mysterious. This guy screamed, run the opposite direction and fast.

Finally, being able to become a human again, she decided that maybe it was time to leave. Who knows who this guy really was?

Her hair fell over her shoulders as she stuffed her laptop back into her bag that was lying on the ground.

“It’s rude to eavesdrop you know.”

“Well, in my defense, you were a little loud,” he replied with another gorgeous smile.

Vanessa glared at him as she stood up from her chair. “Even though it’s been such a pleasure chatting with you, I have to go.” Vanessa threw her bag around her and started to leave, but he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Boy, he moved fast.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Vanessa had to look up to meet his eyes, he was tall compared to her five-foot four inches, five if she was lucky and wearing heels. But he pretty much towered over her. She felt the sudden urge to want to crawl into his massive embrace and let him wash away her fears.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“My name is Jack Angelos.” He smiled, causing her heart to flutter in a lustful way, as he held out his hand.

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