long sinewy arms flexed as he stretched them above his head, causing the fitted tank to rise slightly at the bottom, flashing a stretch of tan skin.
How am I gonna get through this?
G.K. felt Leila's eyes on him and fought back a smile.
He wanted to make her feel the way he did, watching her body in those spandex pants she often wore to practice. Even though she looked slightly more disheveled than usual for some reason, Leila was still the most beautiful woman he'd known. She licked her bottom lip nervously, and he strongly resisted the urge to lean in and kiss her again.
Michael halted his lusty thoughts. "Okay, we'll do this another way. Each couple will perform the routine separately. That way we can fix individual problems faster. G.K.? You and Leila are up first."
The music began and once his hand rested on her hip, everyone and everything around them disappeared. They danced close together before moving into their synchronized steps. This time they seemed to flow in harmony together as he stood even closer behind her. She pivoted until they were face to face, practically nose to nose. His hand slid sensuously down her upraised arm, as hers lightly trailed down his chest.
G.K.'s stomach muscles jumped at the contact. It froze and burned and he hoped the feeling never ended. His hand tenderly cupped her face, glided down her neck and around to run his fingers through her short hair. The routine had somehow turned into a bump and grind and G.K. completely forgot everything save for how amazing Leila felt against his body.
Michael's enthusiastic clapping as well as hoots and whoops from the rest of the group snapped both of them out of their haze.
"That was hot!" He looked at the other dancers. "That's what I want to see from y'all. Fake it til ya make it, a'ight?"
Stupid Leila!
She tried to ignore G.K. by watching the other partnered dancers who seemed positively affected by their performance. Normally she would've been impressed with T4L's professionalism, but her thoughts were all over the place.
You might have well just announced to the whole room you wanted to sex him up. As much as she tried to convince herself that it was all about performing, she knew it was more than that.
She wanted G.K. and everything within her told her she shouldn't, but their bodies didn't lie.
Thankfully Michael called a halt to practice and Leila made a quick dash from the studio. She walked swiftly down the hallway toward the ladies room, and she had almost reached her goal when a strong hand on her wrist stopped her in her tracks.
Chapter Five
She turned sharply, facing G.K. "What?" She snapped, irritated with her lack of control.
"Are you okay?"
Leila gave an unladylike snort. "No I'm not okay."
"Why? What's wrong?”
"Why are men so stupid?"
G.K. managed to look offended. "Excuse me?"
"We were practically dry humping earlier G.K.," she said in a fierce whisper. "What is everyone going to think?"
"That we're compatible as dancers?"
His answer, had she been in a calmer frame of mind, would have sounded reasonable, but ever since she'd met G.K. nothing made much sense anymore, so the response just annoyed her further.
"That I'm sleeping with you! That I used my body to get this job! And they'll be even more convinced now after that little display!"
Her heart hammered inside her chest as G.K. opened his mouth to speak.
"I like you G.K. I know I shouldn't, but I do. But we can't be anything more than friends. We'll work together then after this is over..."
His expression fell. "A friend. What about the kiss last night?"
Leila lowered her gaze. "It was just a friendly kiss. A thank you for helping me yesterday." She said, practically choking on the humongous lie.
Suddenly G.K. grabbed her hand, pulling her to a more secluded section in the hallway. Once they were safely away from prying eyes he moved closer to her until her back pressed against the cool concrete of the
How am I gonna get through this?
G.K. felt Leila's eyes on him and fought back a smile.
He wanted to make her feel the way he did, watching her body in those spandex pants she often wore to practice. Even though she looked slightly more disheveled than usual for some reason, Leila was still the most beautiful woman he'd known. She licked her bottom lip nervously, and he strongly resisted the urge to lean in and kiss her again.
Michael halted his lusty thoughts. "Okay, we'll do this another way. Each couple will perform the routine separately. That way we can fix individual problems faster. G.K.? You and Leila are up first."
The music began and once his hand rested on her hip, everyone and everything around them disappeared. They danced close together before moving into their synchronized steps. This time they seemed to flow in harmony together as he stood even closer behind her. She pivoted until they were face to face, practically nose to nose. His hand slid sensuously down her upraised arm, as hers lightly trailed down his chest.
G.K.'s stomach muscles jumped at the contact. It froze and burned and he hoped the feeling never ended. His hand tenderly cupped her face, glided down her neck and around to run his fingers through her short hair. The routine had somehow turned into a bump and grind and G.K. completely forgot everything save for how amazing Leila felt against his body.
Michael's enthusiastic clapping as well as hoots and whoops from the rest of the group snapped both of them out of their haze.
"That was hot!" He looked at the other dancers. "That's what I want to see from y'all. Fake it til ya make it, a'ight?"
Stupid Leila!
She tried to ignore G.K. by watching the other partnered dancers who seemed positively affected by their performance. Normally she would've been impressed with T4L's professionalism, but her thoughts were all over the place.
You might have well just announced to the whole room you wanted to sex him up. As much as she tried to convince herself that it was all about performing, she knew it was more than that.
She wanted G.K. and everything within her told her she shouldn't, but their bodies didn't lie.
Thankfully Michael called a halt to practice and Leila made a quick dash from the studio. She walked swiftly down the hallway toward the ladies room, and she had almost reached her goal when a strong hand on her wrist stopped her in her tracks.
Chapter Five
She turned sharply, facing G.K. "What?" She snapped, irritated with her lack of control.
"Are you okay?"
Leila gave an unladylike snort. "No I'm not okay."
"Why? What's wrong?”
"Why are men so stupid?"
G.K. managed to look offended. "Excuse me?"
"We were practically dry humping earlier G.K.," she said in a fierce whisper. "What is everyone going to think?"
"That we're compatible as dancers?"
His answer, had she been in a calmer frame of mind, would have sounded reasonable, but ever since she'd met G.K. nothing made much sense anymore, so the response just annoyed her further.
"That I'm sleeping with you! That I used my body to get this job! And they'll be even more convinced now after that little display!"
Her heart hammered inside her chest as G.K. opened his mouth to speak.
"I like you G.K. I know I shouldn't, but I do. But we can't be anything more than friends. We'll work together then after this is over..."
His expression fell. "A friend. What about the kiss last night?"
Leila lowered her gaze. "It was just a friendly kiss. A thank you for helping me yesterday." She said, practically choking on the humongous lie.
Suddenly G.K. grabbed her hand, pulling her to a more secluded section in the hallway. Once they were safely away from prying eyes he moved closer to her until her back pressed against the cool concrete of the
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