Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to hear anything about us ending things again. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I give her a kiss, then ask, “Will you dance for me?”
A smile tugs at her mouth as she nods. “Let me just change clothes.”
“Come with me.” I take her hand, and leading her backstage to where various outfits for the show are standing in rows, I look through them until I find the perfect one for Eden.
“Put this on.”
Her eyes flit between my face and the dress before she takes hold of it.
“I’ll wait in the studio for you.”
Walking away, I suck in a relieved breath of air.
Thank fuck she didn’t keep fighting me on the ‘difference’ thing. I get that it will take time for her to adjust to my lifestyle, and I’ll be as patient as she needs me to be.
Reaching the studio, I shrug my suit jacket off and drop it on one of the chairs before I take a seat. I unbutton the cuffs of my long-sleeve shirt, and roll them up to my elbows while I wait for Eden to come.
Tomorrow, I’ll give Mrs. Stafford a final warning and deal with Vivian. There’s no way she’s dancing for my company after she slapped my woman.
When Eden walks into the studio, wearing a white body suit that’s studded with diamante, my lips curve up. Chiffon falls around her like a cape, gliding around her with every step she takes.
She connects her phone to the speakers, and just like the last time she danced for me, she moves closer to me until she rests her palm against my jaw.
Never Let Me Go by Florence & The Machines begins to fill the air. I turn my face and press a kiss to her palm, and a second later, she’s twirling away from me.
As I watch my woman dance for me, the stress caused by the shitshow a couple of hours ago rolls off my shoulders. My muscles relax, and I get lost in the sparkle of the diamante and the passion she exudes as her body moves across the floor.
As the song comes to an end, I get up and walk to where her phone is lying. I disconnect her device, before connecting my own. Searching for the right song, I press play before I walk to where Eden is standing.
I wrap my arm around her as You’re Still You by Josh Groban begins to play. Slowly, I guide her over the floor, hoping she’s listening to the words.
Her eyes begin to shimmer with unshed tears, and she wraps her arms around my neck, holding me as tight as she can. I keep moving to the beat of the music as I savor the feel of her body against mine.
When the song reaches its climax, I lower my head and kiss her with every ounce of emotion she stirs in my heart.
This woman danced her way right into my heart.
Right now, it feels like I’ve found the one who was always meant for me.
My other half.
At some point we stop dancing, just enjoying the kiss.
When I finally lift my head, a soft smile curves her swollen lips.
“Okay.”
I give her a questioning look. “Okay?”
“You never asked, but okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Laughter bursts from me, and I squash her against my chest.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, then say, “As your boss, I’m giving you the rest of the night off.”
She pulls back and shakes her head. “No. Let me do my job. It’s important to me.”
“Then I’ll help so I can spend more time with you.”
She starts to chuckle. “You’re going to help me clean?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She pulls out of my arms and walks to the door. “I’m just going to change.”
I follow her to the dressing rooms at the back of the stage and watch as she changes back into her clothes.
After she puts on the apron, she picks up the cap and plops it down on top of my head while saying, “Come on. We have a lot to do.”
I follow her to where she left her cart and mutter, “Put me to work.”
“Oh, you’re going to regret saying that,” she teases. She pushes the cart to the auditorium, then orders, “You can vacuum while I polish the stage.”
“Okay.”
Eden shows me how the vacuum cleaner works, and when she’s happy with how I do it, she heads up to the stage.
We keep stealing glances at each other, and when we’re finally done, I get rewarded with a kiss.
Chapter 20
Eden
When Tyrone opens his front door, I ask, “Want to come dress shopping with me?”
He lets out a sigh, then mutters, “Let me grab my coat.”
I grin at him, and when he’s done locking the door behind him, I hook my arm through his. “I need a fancy dress for a ballet show. I’m going as Dario’s date.”