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  I’m thrown for a minute because never in my life has this happened. I mean for fuck sake my balls are turning blue standing here and she’s talking about going out to fucking dinner. I could just let her go, say screw it and find another girl. But damn, I now need to make her come while I fuck her.

  “Dinner, tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at seven,” I say, grabbing my pants off the floor to get my phone. “Put your number in here.”

  She grabs the phone as I slide my boxers back on. Pointless really since I’m going to have to go jerk off in the shower now. Handing me the phone back, she grins.

  “I look forward to your call,” she says as I watch her walk out.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Chapter Six

  Brooke

  Stepping in the elevator I fall against the wall. What the fuck was that? In the last five years I’ve had a lot of clients, but none have made me feel anything. None of them have even turned me on. But none of have ever looked like Owen. It’s also the first time I ever went back to someone’s place. It’s always at a hotel, so I wasn’t sure it was something I should do. It took me off guard when he said it, but I thought maybe it would be the best option...I was wrong.

  I can’t let this turn into something more than it is. I need to keep my head on straight. Fucking him tonight would have lead to nothing more than what I’m sure would have been multiple orgasms. Which was not easy to walk away from. That orgasm he just gave me, was the first in five long years. The way he took control, the pain mixed with pleasure, it was intense. However, when he looked up at me, his lips and beard glistening with my release, my knees went week. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.

  The elevator opens and I step out on the street to look for Joe. He pulls up and before he can even get out, I open the door and climb in.

  “Miss Alexander, it’s a pleasure seeing you again,” he says, pulling out onto the street.

  Blowing out a breath, I drop my head back. “Yeah it’s great to see you too, Joe.”

  I need to go tell Pete I didn’t get anything out of him and he’s going to be pissed. I’ve never gone back with nothing, but I’ve never engaged with a client like I am with Owen. The fucking incredible body he has, and I mean holy shit, that man must be at the gym more than I am. Muscles flexing with every move he made. It was hot, so damn hot. The feel of his strong hands on me, his fingers digging into my thighs. My ass pressed against the cold glass of his window, giving a show to anyone who looked up. His talented mouth working me over until I exploded.

  Fuck. I shake my head trying to compose myself. I knew my head wasn’t in the game and that’s where I need it. So, even though the multiple orgasms would have been amazing, I couldn’t do it. He’d end it there and I need to keep him interested. Interested enough to tell me what I need to know. Stopping him was the only way that was going to happen.

  Pulling up at the office, I wait for Joe to open my door. He gives me a small grin, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Trying to hold back my laugh, I nod. “I guess you will.”

  The man knows things that blow my mind. I have no idea where he gets his information, but sometimes I think he should be the one getting it all for Pete.

  Fixing my hair and makeup in the elevator on the way up to see Pete, my heart is pounding in my chest. I’ve never been nervous with him, never had a reason to be. Now, he’s got my dream dangling over my head and the only way to keep it alive is to give him what he wants. I just need more time to do it.

  Knocking on his door, I walk in and sit down. He tosses his glasses onto the oak desk and leans back in his chair. “Well?”

  “I need more time. He’s not like the others,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat.

  “More time? What the hell Brooke? You better not be pulling one over on me here,” he says in a booming voice.

  “Pete, I’ll get what you need. I just need more time. He’s not easy, he doesn’t want to give up anything. But he will, you need to trust me.”

  “Trust you? Until the other day I had nothing but trust for you, but now I don’t know,” he says, scrubbing his face. “You better not be screwing me over here.”

  Standing up, I feel my pulse racing with the anger rushing through me. “You’re one to talk about screwing someone over. I tried to walk away and you blackmailed me. If anyone should be wondering about trust here it’s me. I told you I’d get you want you want and I will, but I’ll do it on my timeline. If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to find someone else.”

  “Two weeks.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Getting up, he stands in front of his desk, crossing his lanky arms. “You have two weeks to get what I need. If not, well you know.” Glancing at his watch he looks back up at me. “Two weeks until those mom’s learn who’s teaching their little princesses. Tick tock, Brooke.”

  Spinning on my heel, I walk out, slamming the door behind. Fucking asshole.

  Laying in bed, I have so much running through my head. I need to get in control of this situation with Owen. Even though I can’t sleep thinking of the things I want him to do to me, making my already wound up body more wound up. I need to stop and think of it for what it is, just another job. I have two weeks to get what I need. Two weeks before Pete destroys my dream. Hopefully he’ll call me for dinner tomorrow and we’ll get this over with.

  **

  The blaring of my alarm rips me from a very good dream. A dream that I shouldn’t be having. A dream that includes the hottest man that I’ve ever seen. Cracking my eyes open, the sun is just peeking over the building across the street and I blow out a breath. I need to get this over with because it’s too much hanging over my damn head.

  Making my way to the kitchen for some much needed coffee, my phone starts to ring. “What the hell?” I say out loud as I squint down at it. Holy shit. “Hello?”

  “Morning, blue eyes, hope you slept good. I sure as hell didn’t because someone left me standing naked in my living room with a hard-on,” he says.

  Biting my lip to keep from laughing, I lean against the counter. “That’s a damn shame. I slept like a baby.”

  He lets out a throaty laugh as I pour my coffee. “Couldn’t have been that great considering you’re awake already.”

  “What do you want this early, Ace?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation off sex.

  “Do you really want me to answer that?” he asks with a small chuckle.

  Sipping my coffee, I shake my head. “Nope I’m good.”

  “Okay so you’re not a morning person, got it. Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, I need your address to pick you up tonight.”

  “You needed to call me at six forty-five in the morning to ask for my address?” I ask, sitting down in my big comfortable chair.

  “Damn, you haven’t had coffee yet, have you?”

  “Drinking it now, but considering I just rolled out of bed this conversation is nearly over.”

  “Just rolled out of bed huh? What are you wearing?” he asks, laughing.

  “Great, you’re a morning person. Get on with it Ace because I’m two seconds away from hanging up on your ass,” I say, closing my tired eyes.

  “Give me your address and you’ll be rid of me...for now.”

  I give it to him and tell him I’ll see him tonight before hanging up. Smiling, I look out the window at the street below. He’s excited about seeing me again, which can only work in my favor. I’ll get him talking and once I do he’ll never shut up.

  After a few cups of coffee, some breakfast and a quick shower, I grab my dance bag and I’m out the door. I have a ballet class this morning and nothing gets my blood pumping faster. These girls are older and it’s a more challenging class. The little ones are fun, but these girls are hard core. Like me.

  Getting to the studio, I unlock the doors and flip on all the lights. I’ve had it up and running for just over a year now and every time I walk in I feel a sense of pride. It’s my dre
am, always has been. To be able to make it come true has been the greatest accomplishment of my life. Even if the way I made it come true is something I’m not exactly proud of.

  After class is over and everyone has left, I lock the door. I go back into the dance studio, I turn up the music. Closing my eyes briefly, I let it wash over me. Pushing up on my toes, I begin to dance. My mind is focused only on the way my body is moving, nothing else in the world exists. It’s just music and dancing. I pirouette, feeling the weight of my body on my toes as I spin. It’s painfully exhilarating. I leap across the floor, from one foot to the other, light as a feather. Ballet is such a beautiful dance of expressing yourself.

  An hour later, I fall to the ground. My body aches, I’m sweating and breathing heavily. It’s pure pleasure. Nothing compares to this feeling, nothing. My heart is pounding in my chest as I sit up stretching my muscles out. I need to make tonight work, because losing this, this feeling, is something I’m not willing to lose.

  Chapter Seven

  Owen

  Leaning back in my chair, I read the email I’ve been waiting for. The more I read the more pissed off I get. Standing so quickly the chair hits the wall, I slam my hand down on my desk. “Fuck.” Slamming the office door closed, I rush upstairs. I need to get the hell out of here. I need to clear my head.

  The warm summer air blows around me and I breathe it in. With no destination in mind, I just walk. The sidewalks are bustling with people out enjoying the sun. Watching everyone walking past I study them. Couples holding hands, parents chasing their kids, friends laughing. Looking at them just pisses me off even more.

  Hailing a cab, I climb in. “Downtown,” I say.

  “Where?” he asks, pulling out into traffic.

  “I’ll let you know when we’re there,” I say, looking out the window.

  “You visiting?”

  Looking at him through the rearview mirror, I run my hand down my beard. “No, and if you want a tip how about you just drive.”

  Shaking his head, he focuses on the road. I have no idea where the hell I’m going. The only thing I know is that talking to this asshole is not something I want to do. So I study each building we go by. Some are restored, some are new and some need to be brought down. Each one has a story, just like everyone.

  After driving for a while, we are now in gridlock traffic. We haven’t moved in ten minutes and I’ve had enough. Tossing a fifty to the driver, I just hop out of the cab. I squeeze between the bumper to bumper traffic to get onto the sidewalk. Deciding to keep walking in the direction we were headed, I toss my sunglasses on.

  Looking to my left, I stop so quickly someone knocks into me. “Shit sorry,” I mumble.

  Alexander Dance Studio is what the sign reads and I wonder if it’s Brooke’s. She never told me her last name, but I remember when we were in the cab together she wanted to go downtown. Stepping up to the door, I notice the lights are on, but the door is locked. Cupping my hands on the glass to block out the sun, I look inside. Sitting on the floor stretching, is Brooke.

  I pound on the door and she turns her head. Standing up, I check out how sexy her body is in that tight dance outfit she has on. Unlocking the door, she pushes it open.

  “You stalking me, Ace?” she asks, pulling her long hair into a ponytail.

  “If I was stalking you, you wouldn’t see me, blue eyes. You gonna invite me in?”

  I walk past her. “What the hell are you doing here? Actually, how the hell did you know where I was?”

  Taking it all in, I’m impressed. It’s a huge space and she’s made it look amazing. I don’t know anything about dance but I know business and this place looks like she’s doing it right.

  “This place is great. How long have you had it?” I ask, turning to face her.

  I watch her tight ass as she moves over to her bag, she pulls out a water bottle. “Just over a year. Now answer me.”

  “I was walking by and I didn’t know you were here. That was just luck,” I say with a grin.

  She rolls her captivating eyes. “What do you want, Ace?”

  “Show me how you dance,” I suggest, glancing at the huge wooden floor surrounded by mirrors.

  “You’re a few minutes too late for that one. I was just getting ready to get out of here. I have a dinner I need to get ready for,” she says with a laugh.

  The thought of watching her dance is now all I can think about. Wanting to see the way her body moves, to see if it’s anything like I’m imagining. “Well you didn’t leave yet and since you’re going to dinner with me, you have plenty of time to get ready. Dance for me.”

  Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. She opens them and picks up her bag. “Look, I don’t just dance for anyone. Come on I need to lock up.”

  “You don’t just dance for anyone, huh?” I say more to myself than anything.

  Following her out, I wait with her while she locks up. “Well, this was...different,” she says, looking me up and down. “Hell Ace, you look good out of a suit. I didn’t peg you as a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy.”

  Laughing, I put my sunglasses back on. “What did you peg me as, blue eyes?”

  She steps to the edge of the curb and hails a cab. Turning her head back, she grins. “An entitled prick.” The cab pulls up and she opens the door. “See you in a few hours, Ace.” She starts to get in, but stands back up quickly. “Oh and for dinner, wear the suit.”

  **

  A few hours later, dressed in a suit like she wanted, my driver, Frank, pulls up to her building. I tell him I’ll be right back and I head to her apartment. Knocking once, she opens the door and my cock stands at attention. The air is momentarily sucked out of my lungs as my eyes rake over her.

  “Damn blue eyes, you look stunning,” I say.

  Smiling she gestures me inside. “Thanks, you’re looking pretty good yourself Ace. I just need to grab my purse.”

  I watch her ass as she walks away. The deep blue satin dress she has on dips so low in the back I can nearly see her ass and fuck it’s hot and you can bet she knows it. When she disappears I move further into her apartment. It’s got a warm feeling to. Could be the browns and blues all over or maybe it’s just her personality reflecting around.

  “You’ve got a great place here,” I yell down the short hall to her.

  Coming out, she is putting her phone into her purse. “Thanks. I’d give you a tour, but there’s not much to see compared to your place.”

  “Which I guess makes me an entitled prick, huh?” I say, lifting an eyebrow.

  “Bingo Ace. You ready?”

  Grinning, I put my hand on her lower back, feeling her soft skin. This dinner is going to feel like a lifetime, because the only thing I can think about is ripping this dress off of her and finishing what we started last night.

  Frank opens the door and she slides in. I climb in beside her and Frank pulls out into traffic. Turning my head, I watch her adjust the thin strap holding up her dress. Her tits are nearly spilling out the top and it makes me need to reposition to hide my hardening cock. I need this distraction tonight, more than I can remember.

  “I hope you like Italian,” I say.

  Glancing at me, her bright blue eyes surrounded in black making them appear even bigger, search my face. “I love Italian.”

  “Good,” I say, resting my hand on her knee that is exposed from the large slit in her dress.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, peeking down at my hand. She doesn’t say anything. She’s fucking hard to read but I’m not moving it. Not unless it’s up higher.

  “I know a place,” I say with a wink.

  She shakes her head, and smiles. “I’m sure you do, Ace. I bet it’s the same place you take all the women you want to get into your bed.”

  Meeting Frank’s eyes in the rearview he widens his. “Yeah she’s different,” I say with a laugh.

  “Shit, sorry,” she says, shaking her head, causing her long brown hair to hide her face from my view.
r />   I push her soft hair out of the way and I keep my hand on her shoulder. “It’s a good thing, blue eyes. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, that’s why Frank looked at me. Oh and this place, I’ve never taken anyone here. This is one of my favorite places and I don’t like bringing anyone else here.” Squeezing her shoulder, I move my hand back to her knee.

  “Yet you’re bringing me,” she says.

  “Like I said, blue eyes, you’re different.”

  When we pull up in front of the restaurant, Frank opens the door for us. Getting out, I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it. Her small hand fits perfectly in mine and I don’t let go as I lead her inside. She doesn’t try to pull away, so I don’t intend on it letting go.

  “Mr. Thompson, welcome. Your table is ready,” the hostess says, grabbing two menus.

  We follow her to the table and I finally let go of her hand to pull her chair out.

  “Thanks,” she whispers.

  I’ll admit this isn’t like me. I don’t hold hands and I sure as hell don’t bring any women to my favorite restaurant. I don’t know what it is about Brooke, but when I said she’s different I meant it. It’s as if all the dark shit I have racing through my head vanishes when she’s around. It’s nice to feel carefree, even if it’s only temporary.

  We take a minute to look over the menu before the waitress comes over. I order a bottle of full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon and she peeks over her menu at me.

  “Nice choice,” she says, looking back down.

  We both order and the waitress pours us each a glass of wine before leaving.

  Lifting my glass, she does the same. “To you, blue eyes, much success with your dance studio.”

  Tilting her head slightly after we tap glasses, she smiles. “Thanks, Ace.” She takes a sip and lifts her eyebrows. “Very good. Now how about you tell me what it is you actually do. You know what I do and we’re here in this beautiful restaurant, drinking expensive wine and they know you by name. So either you’re a good fella or you’re a very successful businessman.”