The Dancer Read online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
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He slapped me on the shoulder and left the way he came in. Damn nuisance. Since I’d been caught I felt a little off watching any longer. I was a little annoyed at him for interrupting just when things were getting interesting.

I turned off the computer and sat there lost in my damn head. I stared into space for a good ten minutes trying to get my thoughts together.

I tried to figure out why this particular female was staying on my mind when none other had in the past. Why something as simple as her looking towards my office door as if looking for me should mean so much?

I wasn’t yet convinced that my interest in her was for any romantic reasons at all. It was more that something about her tough exterior with the solemn eyes had reminded me of so much of my youth.

Something about her had tapped into memories of my childhood and watching my mother struggle. Even just thinking about it made my heart ache.

The fact that she was all alone in the city, willing to do whatever it took to survive. The hard shell that shielded the softer, gentler inner core.

They were all a perfect mix that tugged at my heart strings is all. It had nothing at all to do with me wanting her as my woman. Just as a song or a certain scent can trigger memories and make you melancholy, her similarities to my mother is what was fucking with my head.

That was the conclusion I came to at the end of my inner reverie. I wasn’t losing my mind and my freedom wasn’t at stake. Mom is gonna have to wait a few more years for that daughter in law and grandbaby she was hankering for.

I felt better after drawing that conclusion, like I could breathe again. With my head back on straight I was able to concentrate on other things, though she was never far from my mind. At least she was no longer taking it over completely.

Chapter 8

I was able to get what I needed done in Miami in just a few days. Though I found myself rushing in order to get back to New York. I pushed myself until I dropped into bed at the end of each night, too tired to think.

I spied on her a couple more times over the next few days, and worried about her safety when it was time for her to leave at the end of the night once her shift was over.

I didn’t see anything that needed my attention, no one was messing with her as far as I could see, and I was able to relax. I was still telling myself that my interest in her was strictly that of someone who cared for the wellbeing of another human being and nothing else. At least it made the time go easy even if I missed her for no good damn reason.

Usually I’d take a few days in between cities to relax somewhere, but this time I was planning to head back to New York once I’d taken care of the two clubs in Miami.

Tony had been taking it easy on me the last few days and hadn’t mentioned her since that day in the office, for which I was eternally grateful.

He and mom must’ve had some sort of powwow because she never mentioned her again either, but I could hear the excitement in her voice each time we spoke.

Suddenly she was more interested in coming home than going on the rest of the trip she’d been ecstatic about just a few short days ago. I have to keep her ass out of the country before she has me hitched before I knew what the hell was going on.

That said, I found myself getting more and more anxious the closer the time came to leave and head back to New York. I must’ve checked my watch a hundred times the day I was set to return until even Tony shook his head and gave up.

I was nervous as hell about seeing her again and had all sorts of unmanly thoughts, things I’d never experienced before, not even with my first girl.

Like did she miss me? Was she as miserable without me there as I was? When I found myself giving into such thoughts I’d pull myself back to reality and remind myself that I wasn’t interested.

Why would she miss me? She didn’t even know me. And apart from her constant glances at my office door, I hadn’t seen anything in her actions to say that she had any real interest in me.

From what little I’d seen on the screen, she seemed focused and not at all bothered by my absence. Once again I found myself questioning my own feelings of confusion and why that should bother me so.


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