Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Is that it for now?” I asked, as I gave Ann pleading eyes that were begging her to say yes.
Flipping through her notes, she frowned. “I think so. As we get closer I’ll bring in some fabrics for the chairs as well as some paint samples.” Ann walked over to Jonathon and placed her hand on his arm, smiling. “Jonathon? You’ll keep me updated on how things are moving along?”
He nodded.
“You have my cell number still?”
Still? Well, that’s interesting.
“I have it written down somewhere.”
Ann frowned slightly before plastering on a fake smile. “I’m sure you’ll be able to find it this evening.” She turned my way. “I’m so excited to be working with you, Waylynn. I’ve heard you’re an amazing dancer. You certainly have the legs for it!”
Peeking down, I looked at the long dress I had on that nearly went to the floor. When I looked back up at her, Ann’s face was flushed.
“Well, I mean, I watched a few videos from when you were a Rockette. You were amazing.”
I laughed. “For a second there, I thought things were about to get awkward, wondering how you knew what my legs looked like!”
Ann let out a loud laugh. “Oh, no! Ha! Well, I’ll be going.”
Following Ann toward the front door, she stopped short and nearly caused me to run into her back.
“Jonathon, are you coming?” she called over her shoulder.
“No, I’ve got a few things to discuss with Waylynn.”
Ann shook my hand. “Thank you for giving me the job. I know I don’t have as much experience, so I appreciate you taking a chance on me.”
“It’s going to look beautiful. Thank you, Ann.”
I followed her to the door and waved as she headed down the street to her parked car.
Spinning on my heel, I took a deep breath and walked into the building. I stopped when I saw Jonathon had moved the desk.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He was measuring the desk. “I figure this will be about the middle of your office after the changes.”
I walked closer. My brows rose as I attempted to keep my cool and not let my raging libido take control.
“And why are you putting it there?” I asked, coming to a stop in front of him.
He smiled and my knees wobbled. When his hands began to lift my skirt, my heart nearly jumped out of my damn chest. Before I knew it, I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his body, and he was setting me on the desk.
“If I’m reading this wrong, tell me now, Waylynn, but I’m pretty sure you want the same things that I want.”
His mouth was on my neck while his hand slipped inside my panties.
I couldn’t think; I was so overcome with desire. “I do. God, I want this…and you.”
His hands were everywhere on my body, causing me to go temporarily insane. This was wrong. He was six years younger than me. He was Cord’s best friend.
“Tell me what you want, Waylynn. Tell me, and I’ll do it, baby.”
My mind was screaming at me to stop while my body was screaming for more.
With shaking hands, I unbuckled his belt and made haste getting his jeans down. I hadn’t been with another man since before Jack. What in the hell was I thinking?
His mouth found its way to my ear where he whispered, “Tell me, baby.”
There was no use fighting it. I wanted Jonathon Turner more than I had ever wanted any other man. Pulling my earlobe into his mouth, he let out a groan as he pushed his fingers inside of me.
Finally finding my voice, I panted, “I need to come, Jonathon.”
He pulled back and stared into my eyes. His smile nearly had me coming, never mind the fact that his fingers were massaging my insides. “Fast or slow? I’m about to lose control, Waylynn.”
I returned the smile. “Lose every ounce. I’m all yours.”
Chapter One
Waylynn
November
I stepped into my office and tossed the paint samples onto my desk. Ann was going to be the damn death of me. Who in the hell knew there were so many shades of green?
I moaned and dropped my head back. At least I could lose my shit in here if I needed to. The clear windows were covered with brown paper, giving me a sense of privacy. Of course, the paper would be replaced by shades in due time. Once the studio was finished, and we were open, I’d have a view of the main dance floor from my office. I’d never be able to let the instructors oversee the dancers completely; dancing was in my soul. This was my dream come true.
I faced the window that looked out to the small courtyard. I smiled, thinking about how fun it would be to take the little ones outside and practice our stretches.