His Love

As a result, I walked back to my office half-aroused. The recruiting mission had been stellar. I’d seen the new blood, and the girls were perfectly suitable. Now, it was just about talking with Kitty one on one.

Satisfied, I went into my office and took a seat. It was time to get some work done before that crucial afternoon appointment and buzzing Edna, I leaned forwards.

“No calls,” commanded my voice. “No calls, no emails, and definitely no visitors until I’m ready.”

“Certainly Mr. Lyons,” replied Edna briskly. “I’ll tell everyone you’re unavailable.”

With that, I buried myself in work. This stuff is easy because I used to run a billion dollar conglomerate. As a result, sitting at the helm of a tiny ballet company was a breeze by comparison. But still, it’s work. There are numbers to run, ticket sales to scrutinize, and bills to be paid. But it’s fine because this stuff is so straightforward. With a couple adjustments here and there, NYC Academy was going to be the premiere dance troupe of the city within a few years.

Suddenly, a soft knock came on the door, and I started, eyes going immediately to the clock. Oh shit. It was three already, I’d worked through lunch, my fingers on the keyboard going so fast they whirred. It was time to get down, and suddenly I couldn’t wait.

“Come,” I commanded.

The door creaked open and my breath caught in my throat because Kitty was even more beautiful than before. The brunette wore casual warm-ups now: a loose sweater pulled over track pants, with her feet encased in sneakers. Not exactly the sexiest outfit, but then again, dancers off duty like loose clothes. They spend their lives being scrutinized, so comfy sweats are a must during off-hours.

But baggy clothes can only hide so much because the sweater couldn’t obscure those huge, swinging tits, and the pants only emphasized the width of her hips, with chunky thighs that were fleshy yet strong, making my mouth water.

“Hi Mr. Lyons,” she murmured, letting herself in. “Am I early?”

“No,” I ground out, blue eyes meeting that deep brown. “Just in time. Come and sit,” I said, gesturing to the chair across the desk from me.

With tentative steps, Kitty made her way across the office and dropped into the seat. My eyes trailed every move because even in these few seconds, the grace of that body had me captivated. She was so tempting, her ass wiggling and swaying, big boobies shaking as she lowered herself into the chair. My hardness jerked reflexively, stiffening inside my pants.

But there was no sense in freaking out the poor girl. This girl was eighteen for crying out loud, and new to the city. So instead, I went in easy.

“Tell me, what brings you to NYC?” I asked casually, steepling my hands. “Is it the bright lights? The promise of a ballet career? The applause from the audience?”

Kitty’s face lit from within, breaking into a gorgeous smile.

“Yes,” she nodded. “And not just that but more. It’s the chance to work with the best people: the best dancers, choreographers, instructors, and even the best pianists. I feel like even our practice pianist is as good as a concert musician, she’s so talented.”

I chuckled deep in my throat.

“Brenda is an aspiring soloist,” I acknowledged. “She moonlights for us during rehearsals, but she’s also a full-time student at Juilliard,” I added. “Her dream is to win the Van Cliburn concerto competition and then travel the world, performing in front of packed audiences.”

Kitty nodded, her smile bright.

“I totally get it,” she said breathlessly. “Because that’s what I want too. I want to be good,” she said in a determined voice, that small chin set. “I want to get better. I want to learn from the best, and NYC Academy is the place to do it. The best is here, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to join,” she said softly, meeting my eyes.

Hmm, that spoke well of the brunette. Some women have no idea how lucky they are. They arrive thinking that the welcome mat’s going to be spread out, that their dancing is better than anyone else’s. Sure, their moves are good for a tiny town in Oklahoma, but this is New York City, and the competition’s at a whole different level.

So I nodded thoughtfully, taking in that curvy figure. Kitty smiled softly at me again.

“Do you have any tips, Mr. Lyons? I know at some point, you had to be a beginner too. You got your start somewhere, so do you have any advice for a newbie?”

I stared hard at her. Shit, this girl wasn’t just emotionally savvy, she was smart too. She knew to take advantage of the five minutes she had with me. After all, I’m a billionaire CEO, sitting on top of a fortune. Not only that, but I know dance and I’m familiar with the art.