Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I took a deep breath. What to say? I’ve been practicing hard because I’ve had nothing else to do? It’s my only skill, my only way to make a living?
But that was too much information, so I smiled with my lips and stated calmly, “Thanks. I’m glad you appreciate it.”
Those deep blue eyes flashed at me again.
“Your balance and muscle control are incredible,” the big man rumbled. “Even better than what I remember.”
Heat flared in my cheeks. Oh my god, was he talking about my ballet skills on the stage, or was he talking about us in bed together? Because I’d done so many disgusting things, bending over backwards as he dicked my ass, then pulling my legs apart into splits so that he could pummel my pussy. It was wrong, so wrong, and I’d let him do it all.
But that was in the past, and there was no sense in crying over spilled milk. So keeping my expression controlled, I asked neutrally, “What are you doing here, Mr. Lyons? How can I help you?”
At that, the alpha’s expression grew serious.
“Can we go somewhere?” he asked. “Another practice space? Somewhere we can be alone?”
I let out a biting laugh.
“This is the only practice space Twirling Tutus has, Mr. Lyons,” came my frigid reply. “We’re not rolling in dough, so we just have this tiny studio and a small office in back.”
The big man nodded slowly, eyes giving nothing away.
“The office then,” he growled, and against my better instincts, I led him to the secluded space. It was more of a broom closet than an office because there were no windows, and the air was stuffy and hot. Even worse, Luke’s big frame took up all the room, making the space seem even smaller. So even though we were only a couple feet apart, I leaned backwards, trying to keep my distance.
“So,” I began again, voice well-modulated and what I hoped sounded like under control. “How can I help you?”
The alpha looked down before looking back up at me, blue eyes searching.
“How have you been Kitty?” he asked softly. “You look good.”
That wasn’t what I expected to hear.
“I’m good, Luke, thanks,” was my terse reply. “Now how can I help you?”
Oh god, I just wanted this conversation to be over. In such close quarters, I was shivering at his closeness, my nipples hardening under my leotard, jutting out like little rocks. He always does this to me, Luke always causes my temp to go up, and even now, six months later, it was happening.
A smile slid over his face and his eyes gleamed as he took in my stiff tips.
“Still the same Kitty huh?” he drawled, suddenly supremely confident. “That’s my girl.”
That set me off. I couldn’t bear to hear his casual tone of voice, not when I’d gone through so much, suffered like an animal caught in a trap. So I let him have it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I bit out. “No idea at all.”
The look in his eyes was silky.
“Oh really?” came that rasp. “You don’t remember? You sure about that?”
Because as if in a dream, one big hand reached up and crested over a hard nipple, making it jump out more, stiff and achy. Oh god, why was this happening? Why was my body betraying me? But I’m no dumb eighteen year-old naïf anymore. Even if I couldn’t control my body’s reaction to the billionaire, I could still control my brain.
As a result, I slapped his hand away, jerking my torso backwards.
“You don’t touch me,” I hissed. “My body is off-limits to you.”
One black eyebrow raised again but at least Luke didn’t protest. He put his hands up and said, “Fine, kitten, it’s fine. I won’t touch you for now. Let’s just talk and clear the air, okay?”
I knew I looked ridiculous, my nips standing on end, pointing straight at the CEO, with my cunt moistening despite my harsh words. Luke could sense and see my arousal, most certainly, which was embarrassing. But he didn’t say anything, choosing the neutral route.
“Quiet pretty baby,” he growled, eyes eating me up. “Quiet.”
But the time for silence had passed because I wanted answers. So raising challenging eyes to him, I bit out, “What are you doing here Luke? Tell me now or get out.”
And this time, the harsh demand got a response. Mr. Lyons nodded before opening his mouth, looking at me thoughtfully.
“I did a lot of things wrong, Kitty. A lot of shit I regret, and I came here to tell you that.”
I looked away. That was the least of it, and I wasn’t going to dignify that with a reply. But Mr. Lyons went on.
“I’ve been an arrogant asshole my whole life,” he began slowly. “I’ve always been this way, a user, and I didn’t realize how wrong that was until you came along.”