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Now I'm dressed in trunks that actually fit me watching a man who looks too damn sexy in his own swim shorts.
“I assume you can swim?” Knox questions.
“Yes.” I assumed we were here for more sexy reasons.
“I swim at least twenty lengths per day.” Knox reveals how he keeps those stomach muscles looking so delicious. “There is a home gym upstairs, but I insist on having you properly trained before letting you in there.”
“In your gym?”
“If you want. I'm not saying you need to. You are perfect as you are.”
“My exercise is dancing five nights per week.”
Knox slips into the water, and I follow him. The whole pool is deeper than I am tall, but at the shallower end it's only by around ten centimetres.
Knox corners me right by the step before we even have our hair wet. I had expected a few lengths of showing off first but I'm not objecting. All the pools I've been in before have safety signs about not running and such, and the one that always made me laugh was the no heavy petting. It meant kissing but I've no idea why they said petting. There are no such signs here.
“Porter,” Knox begins with a serious look on his face, pinning me against the side with his body. “I need you to quit your job.”
“What?” Where is the kissing? This isn’t what I was expecting during the sexy swim I wanted.
“I'll pay you whatever you were making, and the dance studio is yours. Everything I have is yours. I just can't have you dancing for other men.”
“But I haven't decided if I want to stay.” I start my protest, but Knox quickly continues.
“You don't have to stay. In fact, you'll only need the allowance if you don't. Stay here and you'll have everything you've ever dreamt of.”
“So even if I leave, you'll pay me not to work?” I don't understand, but one thing that is crystal clear is that he will never truly let me go. Even if I walk out of here tomorrow, he will never be out of my life.
“No. That's not it. You can still have a job, just not that job. Get a safer job.”
If that is what I wanted, I would have done that on my own. The truth is, I like that job. It was like getting paid to exercise, like earning money to run in a gym, only sexier. And the only time in my life I actually felt like I was special.
“Porter, look at me.” I hadn’t realised I looked away, but my mind is spinning. “I'd like you to teach my girls to dance like you. I've never wanted dancing girls in my clubs, but they keep mentioning it as a way to get their tips up. I pay them well, so I can only assume they actually want to do it. And you are the best dancer I've ever met.”
“It is an amazing feeling to dance for other people though.” I'm starting to feel this is a job opportunity wrapped up in a possessive dick move, but if I didn’t have to deal with Vinces perverted behaviour all the time it would be worth it. “I'll only do it if I decide to stay. If I go, your clubs are too far. I’ll think about it.” The opportunity sounds amazing but what happens when he gets tired of me and walks away. He can’t be serious about us lasting past him getting what he wants from my sister.
“If you want the job, we could overcome that. With your mum in rehab, you could move closer. I'll build you a studio with a little apartment above it. You could run kiddie dance sessions and-”
Fuck it, what’s the harm in pretending. I want that kiss. I can't go on with those lips so close and not being kissed. He has just offered me everything I could have wanted in a world without Knox. A dance studio and a place of my own would be heaven.
“I will only get that if I leave?” For the first time, I'm actually thinking about leaving as a viable option.
“You'd have anything you want if you stay.”
“Even my own place?”
“You wouldn’t need your own place if you stayed.”
“But it's always been a dream of mine to have my own place.”
“What if you had it but didn't sleep in it?”
“I guess that would be good enough.” I lean into him, my nose touching his, and he still isn't kissing me.
If I could dance somewhere where Vince wasn't, that would be a dream.
Just like kissing Knox is.
