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been known to work miracles.” Billie tried to hide her grin while she jumped over the bar. “Oh, no comeback?” I asked.
“Are you going to teach me or not?”
I grabbed my phone and pressed the shuffle button on my Spanish music playlist. The song that played wasn’t one from the same genre as the song Billie danced to. This type of music wasn’t even from Mexico, but luckily for me I still knew how to dance to it.
Slowly, I walked back to her. I felt her resistance before she spoke.
“I don’t know how to dance to this,” she whispered. Damn, she was cute. I stopped in front of her with her hands in mine.
“Come on, you’re from Harden. There had to be at least one quinceañera that you were invited to where you at least learned the basics to music like this?” I grinned when she frowned, and those wrinkles I liked so much appeared in between her eyebrows.
“No, I wasn’t popular in high school.” She lowered her head, embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to have that. With my finger under her chin, I lifted her head so I could look directly into her big brown eyes. I shook my head before guiding my index finger down her wrinkled brow.
“Well then, this just means were going to have to dance all night until you learn.” I smiled when she giggled.
“Teach away, Mr. Rodriguez.”
I grinned mischievously as I heard the words to “Propuesta Indecente” by Romeo Santos.
“ Bachata is danced side by side.” I pulled back so she could see my movements. “One, two, tap. One, two, tap.”
She nodded as she kept her head down, making sure to follow my movements. Once she started to mimic my moves, I gripped her hips with my hands and as she moved I swayed her hips in an imaginary eight movement.
“Girls are supposed to move their hips more,” I explained when she smiled and narrowed her eyes at me. I removed my hands when she swung her hips on her own. Then I stepped closer with one hand planted on her upper back, and I scooped her arm so it was resting on top of mine. She instinctively gripped my bicep while I held her other hand up with my free one. I couldn’t help but look down her shirt; it was the perfect angle.
“There is still nothing in there for you,” she said again, but this time there was a softness and huskiness to her tone. Looking in her eyes this time, I smirked.
“You sure about that?”
She looked down again as her cheeks burned with the slightest shade of pink. When she looked back up and her tongue darted to lick her lips, I felt my steps falter.
“What’s he saying?” she whispered, nodding toward the speakers, and I knew she was asking about the song. She was getting the hang of the dance and I was caught up in the moment as we began to really move, feeling the song and its sensual rhythm. As fate would have it, the perfect part of the chorus played.
“If I lift up your skirt, would you give me permission?”
Billie’s face stilled, but her body kept moving. Her stare flickered from my eyes to my lips as she processed the words I’d translated.
“The song is called “Indecent Proposal,”” I said.
Chapter Ten
Billie
If there were any correlation between how a man danced and how he was in bed, Christian would be king of all that is sex. The man could dance; his hips and movements followed every beat of the song like he was born this way. It was mind-altering. And the song we were dancing to wasn’t helping matters, especially after he translated part of it. I knew this was wrong; he was my boss and nothing good would come from this. He was my recipe for a disaster.
I knew he had a phone full of numbers because as I looked for a song to play, some girl named Hannah sent him a very suggestive picture. And then there was this whole Ava thing. Suddenly, I felt like trash, like a sad excuse for a vagina. I was letting his attractiveness, charm, and dance skills suck me back into my pattern. I wasn’t going to
“Are you going to teach me or not?”
I grabbed my phone and pressed the shuffle button on my Spanish music playlist. The song that played wasn’t one from the same genre as the song Billie danced to. This type of music wasn’t even from Mexico, but luckily for me I still knew how to dance to it.
Slowly, I walked back to her. I felt her resistance before she spoke.
“I don’t know how to dance to this,” she whispered. Damn, she was cute. I stopped in front of her with her hands in mine.
“Come on, you’re from Harden. There had to be at least one quinceañera that you were invited to where you at least learned the basics to music like this?” I grinned when she frowned, and those wrinkles I liked so much appeared in between her eyebrows.
“No, I wasn’t popular in high school.” She lowered her head, embarrassed, but I wasn’t going to have that. With my finger under her chin, I lifted her head so I could look directly into her big brown eyes. I shook my head before guiding my index finger down her wrinkled brow.
“Well then, this just means were going to have to dance all night until you learn.” I smiled when she giggled.
“Teach away, Mr. Rodriguez.”
I grinned mischievously as I heard the words to “Propuesta Indecente” by Romeo Santos.
“ Bachata is danced side by side.” I pulled back so she could see my movements. “One, two, tap. One, two, tap.”
She nodded as she kept her head down, making sure to follow my movements. Once she started to mimic my moves, I gripped her hips with my hands and as she moved I swayed her hips in an imaginary eight movement.
“Girls are supposed to move their hips more,” I explained when she smiled and narrowed her eyes at me. I removed my hands when she swung her hips on her own. Then I stepped closer with one hand planted on her upper back, and I scooped her arm so it was resting on top of mine. She instinctively gripped my bicep while I held her other hand up with my free one. I couldn’t help but look down her shirt; it was the perfect angle.
“There is still nothing in there for you,” she said again, but this time there was a softness and huskiness to her tone. Looking in her eyes this time, I smirked.
“You sure about that?”
She looked down again as her cheeks burned with the slightest shade of pink. When she looked back up and her tongue darted to lick her lips, I felt my steps falter.
“What’s he saying?” she whispered, nodding toward the speakers, and I knew she was asking about the song. She was getting the hang of the dance and I was caught up in the moment as we began to really move, feeling the song and its sensual rhythm. As fate would have it, the perfect part of the chorus played.
“If I lift up your skirt, would you give me permission?”
Billie’s face stilled, but her body kept moving. Her stare flickered from my eyes to my lips as she processed the words I’d translated.
“The song is called “Indecent Proposal,”” I said.
Chapter Ten
Billie
If there were any correlation between how a man danced and how he was in bed, Christian would be king of all that is sex. The man could dance; his hips and movements followed every beat of the song like he was born this way. It was mind-altering. And the song we were dancing to wasn’t helping matters, especially after he translated part of it. I knew this was wrong; he was my boss and nothing good would come from this. He was my recipe for a disaster.
I knew he had a phone full of numbers because as I looked for a song to play, some girl named Hannah sent him a very suggestive picture. And then there was this whole Ava thing. Suddenly, I felt like trash, like a sad excuse for a vagina. I was letting his attractiveness, charm, and dance skills suck me back into my pattern. I wasn’t going to
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