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  All the girls thought he was the most gorgeous thing in the world and he loved the attention, flirting with anything with tits, but never with Reese. She didn’t understand it. Even if it was against the rules and could get her in trouble, she still yearned for his attention. She dressed in skimpy dance clothes only for him, when she usually wore wear ratty ones. She even put on makeup, for God’s sake! What the hell was wrong with her? She was a good-looking girl, great ass, fantastic tits, and she could dance the socks off anyone, so why didn’t he flirt with her? They were great together; she knew that after only a week of dancing together. They joked, they teased, and they had a great time together. So what the hell was the problem?

  "I really do hate this dance," he said, standing up and looking down at her.

  Reese looked over at him and shrugged her shoulders.

  "It’s okay," she said, standing up. "It could be better."

  She hated saying that. She respected Demi, the choreographer of the dance, but she spoke the truth.

  He flashed a wide grin, his eyes dark as he held her gaze.

  "Oh yeah? How?"

  Reese just shrugged again. She shouldn’t have said anything. This was her chance to show the company that she was a team player, that she was working material, but there she was, badmouthing the choreographer’s work, just to impress Kevin. God, she was an idiot.

  “I don’t know,” she said, standing up and looking away from him. Her breathing was erratic, her body was tingling, and she wanted nothing more than to throw this gorgeous man against the mirrors and promptly show him that she was not only the best dancer in the company, but that she could also fuck him senseless.

  When his hand shot out, gripping her wrist, she looked down at it, before looking back up.

  “Show me how you would make it better,” he said in a low, husky way that made every part of Reese scream.

  She took in a deep breath, her eyes locked with his, as she slowly let the breath out. She didn’t know why, but she nodded, and when his face broke into a grin, she knew she was in trouble with this one. Letting her wrist go, he ran to the stereo, hitting play to their song, “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon. Standing in the middle of the floor, Reese watched as he moved to the music for his part as her mind went crazy thinking how she could make her part even better. When it came time, she danced the way her heart told her to. When the partnering came, Reese went with it, putting her whole soul into the dance, pulling tricks that surprised not only him, but her too. Kevin was there though, catching her, going with it. It was like he knew what she was going to do before she did it, and when he caught her midair, spinning her as she wrapped her body around his, he stopped and she slid off him, onto the floor. He came with her, lying on her as the song ended, their breath mingled together, their chests touching, as they both took in lungfuls of air, and then he kissed her.

  She was shocked, frozen, but when his hand came up into her hair, she snapped out of it and kissed him back, arching her body into his. He gasped against her lips, deepening the kiss, moving his tongue along hers as her mind went crazy. Was this real or was this supposed to make the dance better? When he pulled away, breathing hard, his eyes clouded with lust, he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

  Reese was staggered she could even breathe. What surprised her most was when she said, “Well, don’t stop now.”

  It was the start of the greatest love of her life, but like all great things, it came to a crashing end.

  “So what do you think?”

  Reese blinked before looking up at Claire, her heart aching for the touch of that man’s lips again. Even after finding out he lied to her for a year, and knowing that it had been three years since she left him, her heart still yearned for him. It was sad and disgusting but still, she couldn’t help but miss him.

  “Are you in there?”

  “Yeah,” Reese said, shaking her head. “Sorry, I dazed out. I was listening to the music.”

  “So you didn’t even watch me?”

  “No, I’m so sorry. Can you do it again?”

  Claire looked irritated but she did it again, and like always, Reese was completely impressed with her. When she landed the stretch that looked like she was doing a split standing up, Reese wanted to scream out in delight. She reminded her so much of how she used to dance when she was younger that it gave Reese a rush of excitement. She couldn’t wait to watch this girl grow. Standing up with a grin on her face, she closed the distance between them and said, “Excellent. You landed the stretch.”

  “Damn right I did. I’ve been working on it all week.”

  Reese grinned as she said, “I’m proud of you.”

  Claire looked away, crossing her arms before shrugging her shoulders.

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  “It is too,” she said, before turning from her. “Have you thought about what you want to be when you grow up?”

  Like she had the last three times Reese asked, Claire let out a breath as she said, “Nope.”

  “Okay, well, keep thinking,” she said, sitting back down. “Let’s go through the dance again.”

  Claire nodded as she went to the middle of the floor but, before Reese could hit play, a knock came at the door. Reese looked over, ready to yell at whoever was at the door, but that didn’t happen. Instead, her heart kicked into speed and her nipples hardened as one hell of a gorgeous man came through the door with a careless grin on his face. She had no clue who the guy was, but she wanted to know him naked.

  “I told you I wouldn’t be done until four,” Claire said, her hands on her hips.

  “I know, I came to watch you,” he said. His voice was the kind that could talk a woman out her panties, and Reese was pretty sure he had done that more times than she could count. His body was a wonderland, standing tall in fitted blue jeans and a tee, with his strong, muscular arms on display. His skin was bare of tattoos and usually that would turn her off, but his face still had her burning with desire. Strong bone structure, blond hair dusting his chin, lush lips, and blue eyes to die for. His hair fell into his eyes, the same eyes that were currently locked on her as he asked, “If that is okay?”

  She could only blink as Claire said, “No way, I don’t want you watching.”

  Finding her voice as she begged her body to behave, she asked, “I’m sorry, you are?”

  He pointed towards Claire and said, “The uncle, the guy paying you.”

  “Phillip?” she asked, confused. She didn’t remember him being this hot at Fallon’s wedding. He was cute, but not to die for hot if she remembered correctly, but this man was fucking gorgeous.

  “The one and only,” he said, sending her a grin that made her kitten clench. She mentally smacked sense into herself as her brows came together, pinning him with an annoyed look. Like he pointed out, he was the guy that was paying her, also the guardian of her student, and her brother-in-law’s best friend. That meant there was no fucking way in hell she was touching him. Not even with a ten-foot pole, no matter how much her kitten was purring for him.

  “Phillip, get out, you’re wasting my time with her,” Claire said, thankfully causing him to look at her.

  “All right, I’m going, jeez,” he complained as he left the room. Reaching the door, he looked back at Reese and flashed a panty-dropping grin. “See you around, Reese.”

  Fuck, even the way he said her name felt like he was fucking her. Ack! What the hell was this? She wasn’t attracted to him before, so why the hell was she one second from humping his leg? What had changed? She racked her brain, trying to figure out what was different now from two years earlier. She couldn’t find anything, but then it all came to her—she was still convinced that Kevin was going to come back for her. He never did, obviously, which accounted for her current sleep-with-any-man-athon. Well, that sucked. She should have slept with him when she had the chance.

  Phillip was pissed. He had been excited about watching Claire dance since she said she was