thirty-second pause between each ninety-second piece of music.
After they finished dancing, Maggie’s body pulsed with sexual energy and adrenaline. Waiting for the results was excruciating, but at least they were expected to leave the dance floor while the judges made their decision.
Seth clasped her hand as they dodged other dancers, who were also pumped after their performances.
By the time they reached the corner they’d staked out in the dressing area, the touch me, fuck me, take me now vibe between them had cooled.
Or so she thought.
Seth handed her a bottle of grape-flavored Gatorade and took one for himself, staring at her with an expression she’d never seen directed at her.
Maggie wondered if there’d be awkward moments in the aftermath of suggestive dancing. She’d become sexually involved with her dance partner in college, so this situation wasn’t uncharted territory for her, but Seth was gay.
Then Seth allowed her a wolfish grin. “My God, woman, if I was straight I’d be fucking you balls deep against that wall right now. Which tells me our performance was off the charts.”
That had been the perfect thing to say. She grinned. “It just proves that having the steps drilled into my head works best because I could concentrate on the presentation, not the choreography.”
Seth nodded. “I don’t want to ruin this beautiful high by dissecting our performance. I want to bask in my foresight for choosing such an excellent dancing partner.” He toasted her with his plastic bottle.
Maggie blushed from his praise. “I’m grateful you believed there was potential in me.”
“There’s better than potential, baby, there’s heat between us on the floor. I’ll bet Stanis is fit to be tied after our sexy presentation.” Seth drained his Gatorade. “I imagine bad-boy rocker came to support you?”
“Of course he knows about it, but…”
“But what?”
She hadn’t heard from Jon at all the last five days. “I’m not sure if he’s back in town. And I don’t want to pressure him to support me because we’re keeping this casual.”
“I’ve seen how that man looks at you, Maggie, and there’s nothing casual about it. Johnny-hottie is completely smitten with you,” Seth continued. “So don’t assume he’s only interested in playing a little grab-ass with you before he moves on.”
“I wish I could believe that.”
Seth gave her a thoughtful look. “Maybe this will convince you. Do you remember the last week of dance class when newlywed Ashley popped into the gym on Friday night, wearing tiny booty shorts and her tight sports bra that showed off her gigantic fake boobs?”
Confused, Maggie squinted at him. “I was there? I don’t remember.”
Seth pointed at her. “Exactly. You were engrossed in working with the scarves for perfecting movement flow. Johnny-hottie didn’t pay attention to Ashley at all; he was absolutely mesmerized by you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Jon was at our rehearsal?”
“I’m pretty sure he’d been lifting weights, because his muscles were all bulgy and he was covered in a delicious sheen of sweat.” Seth laughed when Maggie’s eyes widened. “What? I can look. Not that he noticed me ogling him since he only had eyes for you.”
“Ladies and gentleman, we have our winners,” boomed over the loudspeakers.
“This is it.” Seth took her hand and dragged her out of the dressing area and into the arena.
Her gut clenched. Her heart raced. But she plastered on a smile as they lined up on the dance floor.
The committee chair went on about each judge before announcing their decisions in the top three slots.
Third place was announced and it wasn’t them.
Second place was announced and it wasn’t them.
A drum roll sounded. “The winners of the American Dance Federation Rhythm Style competition, who will represent the Mountain States region at the National Finals in Orlando, are…”
And their names were announced.
Maggie was pretty
After they finished dancing, Maggie’s body pulsed with sexual energy and adrenaline. Waiting for the results was excruciating, but at least they were expected to leave the dance floor while the judges made their decision.
Seth clasped her hand as they dodged other dancers, who were also pumped after their performances.
By the time they reached the corner they’d staked out in the dressing area, the touch me, fuck me, take me now vibe between them had cooled.
Or so she thought.
Seth handed her a bottle of grape-flavored Gatorade and took one for himself, staring at her with an expression she’d never seen directed at her.
Maggie wondered if there’d be awkward moments in the aftermath of suggestive dancing. She’d become sexually involved with her dance partner in college, so this situation wasn’t uncharted territory for her, but Seth was gay.
Then Seth allowed her a wolfish grin. “My God, woman, if I was straight I’d be fucking you balls deep against that wall right now. Which tells me our performance was off the charts.”
That had been the perfect thing to say. She grinned. “It just proves that having the steps drilled into my head works best because I could concentrate on the presentation, not the choreography.”
Seth nodded. “I don’t want to ruin this beautiful high by dissecting our performance. I want to bask in my foresight for choosing such an excellent dancing partner.” He toasted her with his plastic bottle.
Maggie blushed from his praise. “I’m grateful you believed there was potential in me.”
“There’s better than potential, baby, there’s heat between us on the floor. I’ll bet Stanis is fit to be tied after our sexy presentation.” Seth drained his Gatorade. “I imagine bad-boy rocker came to support you?”
“Of course he knows about it, but…”
“But what?”
She hadn’t heard from Jon at all the last five days. “I’m not sure if he’s back in town. And I don’t want to pressure him to support me because we’re keeping this casual.”
“I’ve seen how that man looks at you, Maggie, and there’s nothing casual about it. Johnny-hottie is completely smitten with you,” Seth continued. “So don’t assume he’s only interested in playing a little grab-ass with you before he moves on.”
“I wish I could believe that.”
Seth gave her a thoughtful look. “Maybe this will convince you. Do you remember the last week of dance class when newlywed Ashley popped into the gym on Friday night, wearing tiny booty shorts and her tight sports bra that showed off her gigantic fake boobs?”
Confused, Maggie squinted at him. “I was there? I don’t remember.”
Seth pointed at her. “Exactly. You were engrossed in working with the scarves for perfecting movement flow. Johnny-hottie didn’t pay attention to Ashley at all; he was absolutely mesmerized by you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Jon was at our rehearsal?”
“I’m pretty sure he’d been lifting weights, because his muscles were all bulgy and he was covered in a delicious sheen of sweat.” Seth laughed when Maggie’s eyes widened. “What? I can look. Not that he noticed me ogling him since he only had eyes for you.”
“Ladies and gentleman, we have our winners,” boomed over the loudspeakers.
“This is it.” Seth took her hand and dragged her out of the dressing area and into the arena.
Her gut clenched. Her heart raced. But she plastered on a smile as they lined up on the dance floor.
The committee chair went on about each judge before announcing their decisions in the top three slots.
Third place was announced and it wasn’t them.
Second place was announced and it wasn’t them.
A drum roll sounded. “The winners of the American Dance Federation Rhythm Style competition, who will represent the Mountain States region at the National Finals in Orlando, are…”
And their names were announced.
Maggie was pretty
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