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do recall, however…” her eyes looked around the room in a guilty fashion.
    “However?”
    “I’m not exactly feeling the best. I think I have food poisoning.”
    “Bullshit you do. I just saw you wolf down a bag of potato chips and full KitKat.”
    Maintaining the charade she clutched her stomach as if in pain and pulled the sheet higher to her chin. It was then I noticed the hair. It was perfect. Thick, lustrous red locks perfectly groomed and makeup, flawless.
    “You’re ditching me for someone else!”
    “Technically I’m not ditching you. You’ll be falling into Leo’s arms later after eye-molesting him all lesson, so I figured I should use my time wisely.”
    “Mm-hmm,” my hand rested on my hip. “Well, it seems you’ve made up your mind. You might wanna put your vibrator away before whoever gets here.”
    Nicole bolted upright wearing a look of shock realizing she had indeed left ‘him’ out on display.
    “Go dance you ho and I don’t expect you back anywhere before midnight,” she instructed like the good friend she was.
    “Have fun, whatever it is you plan to do under those sheets.”
    “Oh, I plan on it. Enjoy that Spanish stud of yours.”
    Oh, I certainly intended to.
     
    ***
     
    I arrived with two seconds to spare.
    I could hear Curvy’s voice announce the students to the floor as I entered and saw the interchange of bodies as the freestyle dancers headed back to their tables. So focused on my destination, I walked straight past Leo, who was at the bar. His hand gently wrapped around my wrist pulling me into his firm hold. His sweet-spice cologne intoxicated me, my head swimming with a deliriousness that came hand in hand with Leo.
    “The others might think you play favorites,” I teased, his affection for me on full display for all the other students to see.
    “Luckily, I’m not one for what other people think.” Leo’s lips fell to mine, his hand snaking its way under my hair to the nape of my neck. When our tongues met, I groaned and he kissed me harder, possessing me in a way that had me a willing captive.
    Pulling away, I could feel the stares of at least forty others in the room. Conversations had ceased, curiosity running rampant. A shiver ran up my spine, a sense of embarrassment taking hold. Being an artist, I was more introvert than social. Situations that had me as prime focus only caused me to become clumsy and awkward.
    “Relax,” Leo whispered in my ear, lips grazing. “You’re a beautiful woman who can hold the attention of many, with or without a kiss from the teacher. Come.”
    Taking my hand, he led me to a booth where we both sat down. Next to him was a large black shoe box. “This is for you, Bella.” Handing me the gift, I felt giddy inside.
    Removing the lid, I folding the tissue paper to the sides and picked up one of the shoes.
    “Holy shit!” I breathed, but he heard me over the music.
    “I want these sexy legs of yours to be dancing in proper heels.”
    They were simply beautiful. Unlike the heels I’d been wearing to class, these were made for dancers. They were elegant and sexy all at the same time. The black silk had a filigree gold threading through it and I was almost too scared to wear them out.
    Taking the other from the box he showed me its attributes. “See, they are flexible,” he bent the sole back and forth with ease, something that couldn’t be done with a standard heel. “The bottom sole has no grip other than this fabric. It’s there to help you move across the floor with ease, but they cannot be worn outside. Walking on concrete and everything else with only destroy the fabric.”
    I nodded in understanding. “How did you know my size?” I eyed him with mock suspicion.
    “Your shoes on the rack near the front door,” he responded with the simple and believable answer. “Try them.”
    Without needing to be told twice, I removed my heels and slid the new ones on, securing the strap across my foot.
    “Oh my God,” I