HeartBeat (Saranghaeyo Book 2) by Sarah G. Page A

let go for now. But as Jin Yung said, y'all all pros and I know you won't be out of a job for long." 
    More worried murmurs washed over Leila, and lost in thought at the possibility of losing another chance, she barely heard the word "partners" until one of the dancers repeated it.
    "Partners?" Leila's eyes widened in shock and surprise.
    Her reaction drew Jin Yung's amused stare. "Yes, Miss Dumas. Several of the routines require female partners as well you know. The male dancers will be utilized for the up-tempo routines only."
    Oh crap. She spared a glance at G.K.
    He was smiling.
    ***
    G.K. tried and failed to keep a noncommittal expression on his face despite Leila's deer-in-headlights expression.
    Jin Yung had informed them of the change that morning at breakfast, after a conference call with his partner in Seoul. Both felt that the number of dancers was disproportionate to the size of the smaller venues T4L would be appearing on the first leg of the group's world tour. After conferring later with Michael, they came up with the list of dancers who would stay.
    Leila was number one on the list, with Michael an enthusiastic supporter.
    "She's got great timing, knows the routines and has really great stage presence," he'd said. "She and G.K. seem to work well together."
    When told of the decision, G.K. nearly burst out in song. This was better than he'd ever planned. After last night he wanted more of Leila's kisses, and Kai's method of 'slow seduction' was far too slow. Now he would do things his way.
    "As before, I will read the names of the dancers to remain as well as who they will be partnered with," Jin Yung announced as they stood nervously in line.
    Leila's heart raced as she crossed her fingers behind her back. As much as she'd wanted this job, she also knew being paired with G.K. could only spell disaster, no matter how amazing that kiss had been. How could she possibly remain professional when the attraction between them was so strong?
    Once more lost in whirling thoughts she did not hear her name called until another dancer nudged her with a grin.
    Jin Yung also grinned. "Are you with us today Miss Dumas? You'll be partnered with G.K., Michael tells me you two work very well together."
    She trudged woodenly over to where a smiling G.K. stood waiting, torn between nervousness and wanting to slap that grin off his cute face. Leila tried to leave a few inches of space between them, but the man wasn't having it and moved closer so that their hands lightly touched.
    The contact made her shiver as each breath she took filled her lungs with a heady mixture of sandalwood and something uniquely his.
    Does he always smell this good?
    "What was that?"
    Realizing she'd spoken aloud Leila felt a blush work its way up her face. Instead she tried to focus on the other dancers who would remain. Terrence hadn't been called, but from the look on his face, he didn't appear too upset. Others gathered their things in an angry rustle and stalked off.
    Once the studio had cleared, Michael clapped his hands for attention.
    "Well that was a bummer, but we've got a practice to run. So y'all get into position for Back to You ."
    It was as if the dance fates were mocking her or something. Back to You was the song that had led to last night's kiss. G.K. gave her a knowing smile, like he remembered the exact same thing.
    Michael counted off as the music began, and then leaned against the mirrored wall to watch them before he loudly called a halt.
    "Seriously folks, I've seen steel bridges with more movement. This routine is supposed to bring sexy back!" A few dancers tittered at that. “Take a few minutes, guys then we'll take it from the top."
    Leila sighed. The stiffness was back. She knew she was thinking too much about G.K. and when he removed his sweatshirt, her mouth went dry.
    This is not what I needed, she thought as her eyes ran down his body.
    He wore that damn black tank top again. It fit his lean torso like a second skin. His