“I appreciate that.”
Molly stopped at the first door on the left. From up ahead, I could hear a cacophony of different genres of music from far down the hallway, along with the sounds of tap shoes clicking on the floor. After she unlocked it, she flipped on the light. “This is one of our older instructional rooms. I hope it will be okay.”
AJ gazed around the room, sizing it up. “Looks great.”
When Molly turned to me, I bobbed my head in agreement, although I would have had no idea whether it was really all right or not. The room was outfitted with a ballet barre, wall-to-wall mirrors, and a stereo system in the far right corner.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. If you need me for anything else, please feel free to ask.”
AJ nodded. “Thank you.” After Molly closed the door behind her, he rubbed his palms together. “All right. Let the lesson begin!”
I eyed him warily. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve never been the dancer girl type.”
“And exactly what type are you?” AJ asked, leaning back against the barre.
“The athletic type. I lettered in soccer and volleyball in high school—I wasn’t too bad in basketball either.”
“Hmm, I never imagined you being all Sporty Spice.”
I laughed. “Sorry, but that’s me. My late grandmother never liked me playing sports. She didn’t think it was lady-like, so she started me out in ballet when I was five. But I seriously sucked. I think it was after my first recital that she decided maybe I wasn’t going to become a ballerina.” Catching AJ’s amused expression, I pinched my lips shut. For some reason, my brain and mouth didn’t seem to be communicating with each other when I was around AJ. I couldn’t help speaking more freely with him than I have done with a member of the opposite sex for a long, long time. Well, excluding Dee and the male members of my family. Everything about AJ screamed that I should be uber uncomfortable around him—considering the whole fame, fortune, and good-looking thing. I couldn’t imagine why in the hell I felt so comfortable around him to do that.
“It doesn’t matter if you were a dance school dropout. There’s no plies or leaps involved with the waltz, so I think we’re safe.”
“Famous last words,” I grumbled.
AJ walked over to the stereo system and grabbed a remote. After flicking through a few choices, he decided on one. Taking the remote with him, he made his way back over to me. Grabbing my hand, he dragged me closer to the wall of mirrors. “First, I’ll show you how to do the steps on your own, and then we’ll put it together, okay?”
“Whatever you say, Master.”
“Ooh, I kinda like you calling me that. Very kinky.”
I rolled my eyes. “Get on with it.”
“Okay, so here’s what you’re going to do. First, go back with your left foot.” Once I stepped back, AJ commanded, “Now bring your right foot to the side.” “Now bring the left one together.” He motioned to my image in the mirror. “Okay, try it, and let me see.”
Trying not to break a sweat with my concentration, I repeated the steps AJ had taught me. “Good. You’re a fast learner.”
“Thank you.”
“Ready to try it together?”
“Sure.”
AJ clasped one of my hands in his, bringing our arms out straight out. Then he brought his other hand to rest to the side of my shoulder blade. When my gaze locked with his, he winked. “As much as I’d like to get extra close and personal with you right now, you’re just going to put your other arm on my shoulder.”
“Oh, you mean we’re not going to be doing the Down and Dirty Waltz?”
“That’s for later.”
I grinned. “Whatever.”
“All right. Let’s do this.”
The moment AJ brought his foot forward, I forgot about stepping back, and instead, I brought the heel of my pump down on his toes. “Fuck!” he cried, breaking our embrace.
“Oh God, I’m sorry.”
With a grimace, he shook his head. “It’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“Mia, I’d be a real pussy if a little high heel to toe action took me out, don’t you think?”
I laughed. “I guess.”
“Let’s go again.” His arms came around me, and I clasped my palm in his. “Remember, step back.”
“Got it.”
The next time I managed to execute the entire step perfectly. “Nice job, cariño,” he complimented.
“Thanks.”
“Think we can try it with music now?” When I bobbed my head, AJ took the remote out of his pocket and reset the song. “Ready. Five, six, seven, eight…Slow, quick, quick slow.” I managed to keep up with him, even when he turned us side to side as we waltzed around the room.
“See, you’ve got it in the bag.”
“Miraculously,” I replied, still concentrating on steps that seemed so effortless to AJ.
“I am a good teacher.” When I glanced up at him, he wagged his eyebrows.
“Do you ever stop?”
“Nope.” He leaned in closer to me. “And trust me, once I get started, you’ll be begging me not to.”
A burning fire rippled through my lower-half, but I quickly played it off. “We’ll see about that.”
“Okay, now, I want to teach you the rumba.”
I grimaced. “You mean the whole waltzing shit wasn’t painful enough?”
AJ shook his head with a smile. “The waltz is the stepping stone—a traditional and formal dance, but the rumba is more a dance of passion and desire.” At my hesitation, AJ added, “I’m just going to show you the American style for tonight. I don’t want to make it too complicated for you.”
“I think we passed complicated the minute you suggested it,” I groaned.
Grasping my chin in his fingers, he replied, “Quit whining and let me teach you.”
“Fine.”
“Like before, I’m going to show you the steps first.” AJ stepped closer to the mirror. “So you step out on one foot, and then when you bring the other together, you’re going to kinda pump around on your feet and then slide the other foot away again to repeat the process.”
As he moved, my eyes honed in on the flourishing movements of his hips. With his blazer off, I could see his back muscles flexing through his shirt. Moist heat burned between my legs from watching the way the rhythm moved so effortlessly through every inch of him. My mind couldn’t help wandering from the dance steps to what those hips and shoulders might feel like moving above me, my hands running up and down his corded back muscles as he thrust in and out of me…
AJ’s voice brought me out of my fantasy. “Got it?”
“Huh?”
He laughed. “Come on, Mia. This is the easiest part I could show you without blowing your mind with the complications.”
“It wouldn’t take much.”
“Let’s try it together.” Once again, he took the remote out of his pocket. He flipped through several songs. When a sultry, Latin beat came from the speakers, he shoved the remote back inside his pocket. He then slid his arm around my back while the other went to clasp my hand. He waited for the music to pick up at the right place. “Slow. Quick, quick, slow,” he instructed, his breath fanning across my cheek.
While the rhythm rippled easily through AJ’s body, I wasn’t quite getting the upper body flow or the swishing of the hips.
“Keep your frame locked, don’t slouch.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jesus, I feel like I stepped into Dirty Dancing.”
AJ laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been likened to Patrick Swayze, but hey, I’ll take it. The man had some serious moves.”
As I looked at AJ’s body, so built and muscular with its fluid movements, my stomach rolled with nervous energy. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and shuddered. I couldn’t do this. My head was starting to swim with old insecurities rapidly taking over my pretense of sexy and strong. There was no way in hell I looked graceful. Beads of perspiration had started to pop out on my face and chest from both my exertions and anxiety. Dancing, or attempting to dance, was so not me. This was a huge fucking mistake to even attempt it with someone like AJ.