Page 41 of The Way We Dance

Ty

Iwas going to kiss her. She knew it, I knew it.

Seeing her all fired up and crazy was better than I could have ever imagined. Even if she was angry and pissed for no good reason, I was still loving every second of it.

My cock was as hard as a goddamn rock and when my thumbs subconsciously made their way to her pussy, I could feel the heat and dampness seeping through her tights. There had always been a charge of fireworks between us but I had been ok with not fucking my dance teacher. I had made peace with it.

Now that I knew what kind of crazy she was capable of, I wanted to see it without the tutu on.

I was still on the same mission—to make her wild—but now I wanted to do it a different way.

I gave her a lot of chances to say no. I waited long enough for her to tell me to back the fuck up. I hinted at my intentions and not once did she flinch.

So fuck whatever she was to me and fuck the fact that Coach would kill me. Miss Priss needed to be unwound and I was up to the damn task.

I leaned in, almost to her lips, when a crash into the front door stole all the anticipation and heat from the room.

The lights went out instantly and a voice that sounded oddly familiar yelled, "I'm back, bitch!"

Giselle screamed and without another thought, I picked her up and threw us both behind the counter onto the floor. I was hovering over her, hiding her, protecting her.

Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes wide and her mouth trying not to scream again. I placed my fingers over her lips and urged her to stay as quiet as possible.

There were footsteps pacing back and forth in the main part of the reception area and I waited, wondering if they were going to come behind the counter and find us.

Since my back was to the door when it all happened, I never got to see who came in and if they saw us. Giselle was so focused on my lips coming toward hers that there was no way she saw anything before the lights went out.

A few more paces and the man finally spoke again. "I know you’re in here. It’s about time you left the door unlocked. The next step was going to be to blow this place up. Don't make me fuck you up again."

This apparently wasn't the first time this had happened and I was wondering if Giselle knew the guy personally. Was this some domestic issue? How much danger was she in?

There was not a doubt in my mind that this guy was going to come after her and find us. I had even prepared myself to start swinging fists if he did. But to my surprise, after a few more paces, the door opened again and he was gone.

Just like that.

I peaked over the counter as Giselle curled into herself, still struck with fear. Her body was shaking and her breathing was erratic.

Once I realized he really was gone, I raced to the door and locked it before returning to Giselle and scooping her into my arms. She buried her head into my chest and held on tightly to the front of my shirt.

Kicking the back door, I found her office and a couch in there where I sat down with her still in my arms and rocked her as if she was a child. I honestly didn’t know what else to do. She was scared and I was confused and we both needed a minute before either of us could talk.

"We need to call the police," I whispered and she nodded against my chest. I placed a kiss on her head before moving her to the couch and standing to pick up the phone off her desk.

"Call the number on the card," her voice was scratchy but I heard her and even found the card she was speaking off right on top of the phone. A detective with the Atlanta Police Department.

That confirmed that this was not the first time this had happened, and that maybe she knew who the guy was.

I dialed the number and the officer on the other end picked up quickly.

"Miss Metrovik?" he said with a worried tone. "Are you ok?"

"Hi this is Tyson Black, a friend of Giselle's. She told me to call this number to report someone entering and threatening her at the Brisé dance studio."

"Fuck," he said under his breath before asking, "Was she hurt again?"

Again? Hurt?

"No, just shook up and scared."

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