I don’t say anything, just watch the slight movements of his shoulder muscles under his T-shirt as he carries on typing. I move closer, as silently as I can. I don’t want to interrupt. He turns around and his eyes widen
“I look different without all the makeup, right?” I spend so much of my time with foundation caked all over my face, I relish wearing no makeup.
He swallows, his Adam’s Apple bobbing at his throat. “You’re beautiful. With or without makeup. But I prefer you like this. It’s closer to the Angela I remember.”
“The Angela you remember had an unfortunate, and awkward, crush on you.” I sit on the chair alongside him. “I’d rather you not remember that.”
He shuts down his email program and closes his laptop. “Oh, come on, it was adorable.” He turns to face me. “A little amusing yes, but adorable, nonetheless. Besides, you look like you’re past any school girl crushes.”
Shifting in the chair, I pivot to face him. “You’d think, right? But that’s what these life changing decisions are about. I need to grow up at some point.”
“You think being a cheerleader makes you immature?” His brows knit together as he frowns. “You love what you do. Even I can see that. Who cares if others think you’re acting like a kid? Many of us would kill to have the kind of fun with our job that you had today.”
I can’t help the little twitch to my lips as I try not to smile at how serious he is. “I do have fun. But it’s not a lifelong career. I want to leave on my terms.” I kick off my shoes and fold my legs under me. “Besides, I’m… bored.”
“How so?” He gestures for us to move over to the sofa.
“I’ve been doing this since I was twelve years old,” I say as I follow him. “That routine we performed today, was one I choreographed to audition for the squad my freshman year in high school. More or less. Obviously, I’ve improved it over the years when in college and then for the Dynamite. I want to do something different now.”
“I knew you had choreographed that one.” Before I can respond, he frowns. “Wait. Are you going to perform that number again this week?”
I shake my head. “No, we perform two different numbers each day.”
“I get that you want to move forward. It’s time for a change. But you need to at least commemorate today. That routine was a piece of who you’ve been out on stage for over a decade. And that was the last time you performed it?” He stands up off the sofa. “We can do anything you want. Dinner? Drinks? Just please don’t make me go and watch those Australian strippers.”
My eyes drag over him from the top of his blonde head to his bare feet. In comparison, watching male strippers would be so bland. In fact, now that he brought my attention to how big today was, I really didn’t feel like doing much of anything. “Do you mind if we stay here? Order takeout or something.”
“We can order room service and raid the mini bar, if you like?” He walked over to the dining table and picked up a small booklet. “Decide what you want, and I’ll order it.”
“Yes, to the room service. But no to alcohol until Friday.” I push myself further onto the sofa, so my feet are off the ground. “I have four more days to watch what I eat, then I can go binging.”
“I suppose that’s part of the job?” He sits next to me and scans through the room service menu. “Watching what you eat, keeping your weight consistent.”
Oh, this is a topic I could really rant about. But now wasn’t the right time. And definitely not the right person.
I take the menu from him and pretend to scan through it. “The Dynamite isn’t as restrictive as other teams I’ve been on. It’s my job to be in peak physical condition. Looking good should be a side effect, not the goal. But this is entertainment… and Vegas. So, it’s all important.”
“Well from where I’m sitting, the side effect is fucking gorgeous.” His eyes run along the length of my legs, causing goosebumps to erupt in the wake of his gaze. Our eyes meet and we stare at each other for just a beat too long. Justin shakes his head. “You find something on that menu?”
I tilt my head and smile at him. Flirting with him came naturally. “There’s definitely something I want.”
He narrows his eyes at me, as if he’s weighing my words. He’s likely wondering if I meant what I said. I did.
He pulls that plump bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you plan on telling me what that is?”
“I don’t know.” I cross my legs, drawing his attention back to them. “You said there’d be no funny business.”
“I did”
I can’t miss how his eyes darken as I lick my bottom lip.
“You also said it would take a lot to change your mind. I do believe you challenged me.”
His lips twitch obviously amused to see where I would take this.
“I did, too. Now, the question is, are you going to accept the challenge?”
Instead of answering him, I move across the sofa. I place one leg over his lap, effectively straddling him. His hands move to rest on my hips. They’re not holding me in place, I’m not even sure he’s conscious of it. Still, the simple touch sends tingles up my spine. I move my hands to rest on the back of the sofa, caging him. My gaze moves to his lips.
Licking my lips, I move my hips ever so slightly, making sure to move against his hardness at my center. Justin hisses, and his grip on my hips tightens but it doesn’t move. I really want to feel what his hands would be like.
I’ve never been sexually
