was shooting among the damn stars now.
The sound of the driver
shutting the car door jarred me from my paralysis. “I thought you weren’t
coming, when I didn’t get a reply.” Five years and those were the fucking first
words out of my mouth between us? Shit.
“I had to get past the
crowd.”
“Oh.” Brilliant reply. Of
course, she had to navigate through the crowd. I was too impatient. In truth, I
was scared shitless she really didn’t want to see me. I’m not sure I could take
that. Not from her. Not now when I risked so much by even seeing her.
“Were you leaving?” Her voice
was hesitant but her gaze roamed over my face as though she tried to mesh her
image of me from the past over the one before her now. I know I was. I loved
what I saw. That sparkle there in her eyes, seemed familiar.
“No.” I took her hand. I had
to know, a test for both of us. I looked into her eyes, damned if that
electricity wasn’t still there between us. And by the way her eyes opened wide
I wasn’t the only one feeling it. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” Her voice was low
sexy. I was in trouble.
I turned around and led her
back inside. I nodded to the host and asked him for my table again. He just grinned
and led us back to it. If the fucker had asked for more money I would have
given it to him without blinking.
Chapter Eight
Ivy
The roar of applause and
bravas followed me as I stepped off the stage. I’d just finished the finale for Swan Lake . Three bows later, some of
my fellow dancers lingering back stage met me there and we embraced. This was
what we’d all worked so hard for. To be a part of a professional ballet
company, it was like being a part of a big family, even right down to the dysfunctionality.
At one time I was the youngest principal ballerina. But after three years with
the company, at twenty-one, I was burnt out. I’d been dancing since I was three
with one goal in mind to become a prima ballerina which I had been for sometime
now, but better known more so I think for my Pas de deux. I’d sacrificed much
to get where I was today. And it was worth it. I would change only one thing.
Shelly.
I had made peace with my part
in her death, yet recently I’d found dance was not enough. Perhaps for the
first time in my life, while the joy was still there and always would be the
solace and peace were missing.
The door suddenly opened and
a man stepped in. “Ivy, are you coming with us tonight?”
I glanced up after taking off
my stage makeup, my roommate, best friend and the other half of my Pas de deux,
dance of two, Dante stood behind me. I smiled. Dante was one of the most
beautiful men I’d ever known, prettier even than Maze and that was saying
something. The first time I met Dante he’d been hugging his boyfriend goodbye
outside of the auditions for the company. We’d hit it off immediately and
became good friends. Two months later he tried to kiss me. I grinned even more
at that memory and my shock. He was the first bi-sexual person I’d ever known.
He claimed he loved either sex, he did not discriminate. Looks and personality
attracted him, well mostly looks. His wish was for a three-some, one that would
include me, and surprisingly another woman, which I found odd. But I declined
his invitation and told him most people had a hard time maintaining one
committed relationship, much less two. It wasn’t until I moved in with him I
realized he’d just been having fun with me. He told me he thought I was too
proper and he wanted to rattle my cage. He could be a crack up at times, but I
believed he searched for a deeper connection with someone, male or female. I’d
found that kind of connection once, and let it go. After I turned down Dante’s
come ons, we’d been best friends and great roommates for the last three years
and I never regretted it. He was my rock and I was his. But our relationship
was more that of siblings.
As a professional dancer I
didn’t date much, when I
The sound of the driver
shutting the car door jarred me from my paralysis. “I thought you weren’t
coming, when I didn’t get a reply.” Five years and those were the fucking first
words out of my mouth between us? Shit.
“I had to get past the
crowd.”
“Oh.” Brilliant reply. Of
course, she had to navigate through the crowd. I was too impatient. In truth, I
was scared shitless she really didn’t want to see me. I’m not sure I could take
that. Not from her. Not now when I risked so much by even seeing her.
“Were you leaving?” Her voice
was hesitant but her gaze roamed over my face as though she tried to mesh her
image of me from the past over the one before her now. I know I was. I loved
what I saw. That sparkle there in her eyes, seemed familiar.
“No.” I took her hand. I had
to know, a test for both of us. I looked into her eyes, damned if that
electricity wasn’t still there between us. And by the way her eyes opened wide
I wasn’t the only one feeling it. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” Her voice was low
sexy. I was in trouble.
I turned around and led her
back inside. I nodded to the host and asked him for my table again. He just grinned
and led us back to it. If the fucker had asked for more money I would have
given it to him without blinking.
Chapter Eight
Ivy
The roar of applause and
bravas followed me as I stepped off the stage. I’d just finished the finale for Swan Lake . Three bows later, some of
my fellow dancers lingering back stage met me there and we embraced. This was
what we’d all worked so hard for. To be a part of a professional ballet
company, it was like being a part of a big family, even right down to the dysfunctionality.
At one time I was the youngest principal ballerina. But after three years with
the company, at twenty-one, I was burnt out. I’d been dancing since I was three
with one goal in mind to become a prima ballerina which I had been for sometime
now, but better known more so I think for my Pas de deux. I’d sacrificed much
to get where I was today. And it was worth it. I would change only one thing.
Shelly.
I had made peace with my part
in her death, yet recently I’d found dance was not enough. Perhaps for the
first time in my life, while the joy was still there and always would be the
solace and peace were missing.
The door suddenly opened and
a man stepped in. “Ivy, are you coming with us tonight?”
I glanced up after taking off
my stage makeup, my roommate, best friend and the other half of my Pas de deux,
dance of two, Dante stood behind me. I smiled. Dante was one of the most
beautiful men I’d ever known, prettier even than Maze and that was saying
something. The first time I met Dante he’d been hugging his boyfriend goodbye
outside of the auditions for the company. We’d hit it off immediately and
became good friends. Two months later he tried to kiss me. I grinned even more
at that memory and my shock. He was the first bi-sexual person I’d ever known.
He claimed he loved either sex, he did not discriminate. Looks and personality
attracted him, well mostly looks. His wish was for a three-some, one that would
include me, and surprisingly another woman, which I found odd. But I declined
his invitation and told him most people had a hard time maintaining one
committed relationship, much less two. It wasn’t until I moved in with him I
realized he’d just been having fun with me. He told me he thought I was too
proper and he wanted to rattle my cage. He could be a crack up at times, but I
believed he searched for a deeper connection with someone, male or female. I’d
found that kind of connection once, and let it go. After I turned down Dante’s
come ons, we’d been best friends and great roommates for the last three years
and I never regretted it. He was my rock and I was his. But our relationship
was more that of siblings.
As a professional dancer I
didn’t date much, when I
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