Dancing Into Love

I hate the way that just the thought of him putting his hands on my body makes my panties wet and my legs shaky. I was doing a pretty good fucking job keeping away from him until this season when the show told us they were going to pair us together. It’s not like I could really say no, I had just signed another year long contract with them. They had me by the metaphorical balls and I knew it.

So, now here I am in the studio warming up. We decided that we were going to do our own choreography together. There is nothing I hate more than having to do someone else’s choreography. After we are done stretching, we meet in the middle of the room.

“I have some ideas for choreography, but I think we should do some basics and check our chemistry. Do you agree?” I ask.

“I do,” I breathe. Fuck he is so close to me and it is taking everything in me not to let my eyes travel down his amazing body. He is a foot taller than my five three frame and his body is well defined. He isn’t bodybuilder buff but more like an athletic build. His dark emerald eyes look at me with so much intensity I have to look away.

“Sure thing, Princess”

“I am not your Princess,” I snap. He chuckles and grabs my hand pulling me into him

“Okay, Calliope” I barely resist the urge to stomp my foot on his toes. Besides, the fact that they are probably insured for a million dollars.

“It’s Calli.”

“I’m not going to call you what everyone one else does. So, deal with it, Princess.” He gives me that stupid smirk and I curse my treacherous body for liking it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Fine are you ready, Shnookums?” I ask with a huge grin. Two can play at this game but it backfires when he just laughs and pulls me closer.

“Ready, Princess.” Stepping into his arms, we start off slow then one song turns into two. My body starts to relax, and I let the music take hold of me. It’s like we are one. No words are needed. It’s like he knows everything I am going to do.

After I don’t know how long, we finally stop and I’m reluctant to let him go. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shake my head and step away. I look at the clock to make sure I am not late. Shit. I am. My rings as if on cue. How the fuck am I an hour late? Turning away from Aidan, I take the call. “Mom, I am so sorry I know we have plans. I forgot to set my alarm and now we are late. I still need a shower because I smell like crap. Is dad upset?” She laughs

“Baby, I knew you were going to be late, so I told you that you needed to be here an hour before you actually needed to be here. You’re doing fine. Dad is excited for the cake that you made. I keep catching him trying to sneak a taste.” It’s my dad’s birthday and we are supposed to be going to dinner. Hanging up the call, I feel better about the fact that I am not actually late. Yet. Turning back to Aiden, I find him staring intently at me again.

“I have dinner plans, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sounds good. Have a good evening,” he says as if he’s disappointed.

Booking it out of the studio, I realize just how lucky I am that my parents know how I get when I am dancing. I lose all track of time. I normally have to set an alarm, so I am not late, but I forgot to today. On today of all days. I shake my head as I get into my car.

The damn man gets me all flustered. After an awesome dinner and cake with my parents, I head to bed determined to get a good night’s sleep before I have to deal with the man that is making me want to break all my rules.

3

Aidan

The next day, I am running late. After yet another sleepless night of jerking my cock to the thought of her, I stumbled into the studio where I am greeted to the sight of her bent over, grabbing her ankles. Fuck, it’s every fantasy I’ve ever had of her. Ever. Her tiny little black dance skirt has risen up and it looks like she has no panties on. When I shut the door harder than I meant to, she stands up. She is wearing an off the shoulder belly shirt that barely covers her tits. I see red. I have never seen her wear something so…provocative. I’d like to think that it’s just for me, but I know better.