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there with every partner. Except
Julian.
It’s a good thing he can lead, because
the entire time we dance, I am mostly aware of the way his hand is
palm placed on my back, the way his hands are so strong and firm
around mine. The way our thighs brush every once in a
while.
A man with so many tattoos does not
seem like he would be this graceful.
“ Great practice everyone!”
Beth says as everyone packs up. I glance over at Julian as I gather
my things to see him pull his cell phone out of his pocket and hold
it up to his ear. He talks quietly for a few minutes and I take my
time packing my things up, finishing at the exact same time he
hangs the phone up.
“ I’ll take you back to
your car,” I say as he walks over to me. We are the last two in the
building besides Beth.
“ Actually, remember the
hectic life I told you about before?” he says, his eyes apologetic.
“It just came calling. I’ve got somewhere to be and I think I’ll
just walk back to my car.”
“ Are you sure?” I ask, my
brow furrowing. “If you have somewhere to be wouldn’t it be faster
if I drive you back to your car?”
I can see it in his eyes that he can
tell I’ve caught the fault in his logic. But that smile spreads on
his face and he shakes his head. “Nah, I could use the exercise.
You newbies slow it down so much this is hardly a
workout.”
I lightly punch him in the arm and he
flinches away with a chuckle.
“ Fine,” I say, trying to
push back my smile. “Get wet if you want.”
I can see that there is a dirty joke
he wants to say, but he just presses his lips into a thin smile and
holds the door open for me.
“ See you Thursday,” he
says, giving a small wave before starting down the
sidewalk.
“ See you.”
I wasn’t really expecting to actually
hook up with Julian again tonight. I may have bantered, but I
wasn’t necessarily going to do anything.
But I am slightly disappointed that
there isn’t even really the option now.
CHAPTER SIX
Things get extremely boring for the
next two weeks.
There are no more mysterious board
meetings. No more clients inquire about secret, new technology. The
tech floors continue about business as usual.
Julian said he’d see me Thursday, but
he wasn’t there. And he wasn’t there the following Tuesday, or the
next Thursday.
Dance wasn’t near as fun without
him.
The logical explanation was that he
was busy with whatever it was he did for a living. He’d told me
twice that his life was hectic at the moment and so that had to be
the reason he hadn’t been around.
But my unfortunately female brain and
heart kept coming up with other ridiculous scenarios.
Like maybe he was married. There was
that phone call he’d gotten before he walked out the last time I
saw him. He was so weird about his car that day too.
Oh hell, maybe he drove a minivan.
Maybe he had kids.
Maybe not.
But maybe he’d gotten tired of me and
my snarky attitude, just like every other male on the planet. Maybe
I’d just been too much and he’d gotten sick of me.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Thankfully, I had a trip to Toronto to
distract me and keep my head in a less pitiful state.
Gretch booked me a first class flight
that had an unavoidable layover in Minnesota. After the last few
weeks I’d had, I had her re-book my returning flight. I was
supposed to fly in late Wednesday night, have my meeting Thursday
afternoon, and then return Friday. But life required a little
R&R, so I decided a mini-vacation was in order. I’d return
Sunday morning and give myself a few days to relax and get my mind
off a certain tattooed gentleman.
“ I know I’m going to be
gone for four days, and I know this is a killer place, and I know
you have a fake ID,” I say as I carefully roll up the last of the
dresses I’m bringing. Kale leans in my doorway, his arms folded
across his bare chest. Also lacking shoes or socks, he is classic
Kale at the moment. His muscles flex, something that seems to
happen without
Julian.
It’s a good thing he can lead, because
the entire time we dance, I am mostly aware of the way his hand is
palm placed on my back, the way his hands are so strong and firm
around mine. The way our thighs brush every once in a
while.
A man with so many tattoos does not
seem like he would be this graceful.
“ Great practice everyone!”
Beth says as everyone packs up. I glance over at Julian as I gather
my things to see him pull his cell phone out of his pocket and hold
it up to his ear. He talks quietly for a few minutes and I take my
time packing my things up, finishing at the exact same time he
hangs the phone up.
“ I’ll take you back to
your car,” I say as he walks over to me. We are the last two in the
building besides Beth.
“ Actually, remember the
hectic life I told you about before?” he says, his eyes apologetic.
“It just came calling. I’ve got somewhere to be and I think I’ll
just walk back to my car.”
“ Are you sure?” I ask, my
brow furrowing. “If you have somewhere to be wouldn’t it be faster
if I drive you back to your car?”
I can see it in his eyes that he can
tell I’ve caught the fault in his logic. But that smile spreads on
his face and he shakes his head. “Nah, I could use the exercise.
You newbies slow it down so much this is hardly a
workout.”
I lightly punch him in the arm and he
flinches away with a chuckle.
“ Fine,” I say, trying to
push back my smile. “Get wet if you want.”
I can see that there is a dirty joke
he wants to say, but he just presses his lips into a thin smile and
holds the door open for me.
“ See you Thursday,” he
says, giving a small wave before starting down the
sidewalk.
“ See you.”
I wasn’t really expecting to actually
hook up with Julian again tonight. I may have bantered, but I
wasn’t necessarily going to do anything.
But I am slightly disappointed that
there isn’t even really the option now.
CHAPTER SIX
Things get extremely boring for the
next two weeks.
There are no more mysterious board
meetings. No more clients inquire about secret, new technology. The
tech floors continue about business as usual.
Julian said he’d see me Thursday, but
he wasn’t there. And he wasn’t there the following Tuesday, or the
next Thursday.
Dance wasn’t near as fun without
him.
The logical explanation was that he
was busy with whatever it was he did for a living. He’d told me
twice that his life was hectic at the moment and so that had to be
the reason he hadn’t been around.
But my unfortunately female brain and
heart kept coming up with other ridiculous scenarios.
Like maybe he was married. There was
that phone call he’d gotten before he walked out the last time I
saw him. He was so weird about his car that day too.
Oh hell, maybe he drove a minivan.
Maybe he had kids.
Maybe not.
But maybe he’d gotten tired of me and
my snarky attitude, just like every other male on the planet. Maybe
I’d just been too much and he’d gotten sick of me.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Thankfully, I had a trip to Toronto to
distract me and keep my head in a less pitiful state.
Gretch booked me a first class flight
that had an unavoidable layover in Minnesota. After the last few
weeks I’d had, I had her re-book my returning flight. I was
supposed to fly in late Wednesday night, have my meeting Thursday
afternoon, and then return Friday. But life required a little
R&R, so I decided a mini-vacation was in order. I’d return
Sunday morning and give myself a few days to relax and get my mind
off a certain tattooed gentleman.
“ I know I’m going to be
gone for four days, and I know this is a killer place, and I know
you have a fake ID,” I say as I carefully roll up the last of the
dresses I’m bringing. Kale leans in my doorway, his arms folded
across his bare chest. Also lacking shoes or socks, he is classic
Kale at the moment. His muscles flex, something that seems to
happen without
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