He did it again! Did he have no idea how he made her feel? His touch, however respectful it was, it was yet tender and seductive on her skin. She tried to clear her head and smiled at his thanks. There was a lot to do: she told herself. She went back to work, choosing the customs and helping the girls around but somewhere in the back of her mind, unconsciously, she was still thinking about him.
Still busy with the boxes and the remaining customs, and struggling, too, with her silly romantic thoughts, she didn't realize how quiet it had become; everyone had gone…that is everyone except him. Her head snapped up to see that he was staring at her with a curious look, as if amused. She flashed him a quick smile as she went back to finishing clearing the room.
"Come on Tina, let's go back. What's on schedule for this evening?" he asked as he took the boxes from her hand, barely touching her. How could she remember to breath when he was so… she shook her head again, what had he just ask?
"Tina, are you okay?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine. You will have the beginners' class at six and Morgan and her partner are coming at five thirty."
"Well then we are free for the afternoon. Would you like to go somewhere?"
Well if he could speak her mind, it would be going back to the studio and dance with him, but why not?
"Well, um actually I was planning to go back to the studio to finish some work, but if you wish to…" she trailed off leaving the choice to him.
"No, no, I'll come with you." He said as he opened the door for her.
The ride was quiet and she spent most of it in self-consciously looking out the window while also noticing him, watching her from the corner of her eyes. He had never behaved so; as if all of a sudden he had found something very interesting in her. Had he found out? Oh she would rather die than…'be rational' she urged and tried to start a conversation.
"So um, since when do you go around with a taxi? I thought you preferred your bike?"
"Well I lost it, sort of, the bike."
"Well, yes, it was parked there in front of the school but when I came back it was gone."
"Oh" again silence. And yet he was watching her, it was unnerving.
She gathered her courage and looked him in the eye, "Do you think they'll be able to do it? I mean it's a lot of money and…"
"They can do it." He seemed convinced. They had reached the studio now. She went to open the door while he paid the driver and came up to stand beside her. It was dark and cool inside but she felt feverish. Putting the boxes aside, he went straight to his sound system to put on one of his favorite songs; it was always relaxing to listen to them. She dropped on a sofa and closed her eyes.
She didn't hear him walk up to stand in front of her until he quietly called her name.
"Tina? Will you do me the honour?" She opened her eyes. His hand was outstretched towards her in the same formal way that he always asked a lady to dance with him.
"I … well I've never taken lessons, you know…" she chuckled.
"I think it's about time you learnt."
"Oh" she only said and took his hand, knowing that her cheeks must be burning. It was good the lights were still off.
As he lead her around the room, swaying her in his arms, and guiding her steps, she found that she was now living what she had once desired enviously, when watching his female pupils: dancing with him, no, flying it felt like flying.
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