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“Will you tell Gaby how much she owes me for dancing with you like this?”
With a laugh, AJ replied, “Sure thing.”
I bit my tongue to keep from saying that Gaby was seriously going to owe me sexually for undergoing this humiliation. Like I deserved twice daily blow jobs. Maybe even us taking it to the next level with some backdoor action.
Drawing in a deep breath, I resigned myself to my fate and started moving my feet. AJ started counting, “One, two, three, four, pause and then five, six, seven, eight.”
I didn’t dare look up from my feet to see the expressions on the others’ faces. It was all too mortifying. Give me a highly-charged swim trial any day over this. Maybe the military should think of instigating it as a form of torture over waterboarding.
“Don’t dangle your arms.”
Jerking my gaze to AJ, I argued, “I wasn’t.”
AJ shot me a look. “Bring them up, bend them at the elbow, and then keep small circles between your hips and your shoulders. Don’t go outside of that range.”
“Like I know what the fuck that means,” I grunted. But I tried mimicking what he did.
He laughed. “You’ve got it.”
Holy shit. I actually did. Maybe he was right and any idiot could do it.
“Okay, let’s do it together.”
My eyes popped wide at his statement. “You want me to dance…with you?”
Crossing his arms over his chest, AJ challenged, “You got a problem dancing with me?”
Fuck me. How the hell was I supposed to get out of this? “Uh, well—”
“Give me your hand,” he commanded.
Oh shit, we were really doing this. My frantic gaze swung over to where Bella and Mia were sitting. “Wait a minute, Dad,” Bella said. Relief flooded me that she had saved me from the hell of dancing with AJ. Since we’d danced together before, I hoped she was about to offer her services.
“What?” he demanded.
She waved her phone at him. “I just wanted you to give me a moment, so I could video this.”
“Oh come on!” I bellowed.
Giggling, she replied, “I’m sorry. I have to.”
With a glare, I countered, “The only reason I’m allowing this is so you can show Gaby in case she’s determined not to take me back.”
Bella grinned. “After she sees this, I don’t think you have anything to worry about ever again.”
As I took AJ’s hands in mine and died a little death, I hoped and prayed she was right.
Chapter Eighteen: Gaby
As the foamy waves crashed along the shore, I fought the urge to cry for the millionth time in the last month. It amazed me I still had tears to shed, and that I hadn’t somehow managed to dehydrate myself. It had also become evident that the only thing I was halfway decent at during the last thirty days was crying.
At first, I’d thrown myself into work. My literal blood, sweat, and tears had gone into getting my school ready. Once I’d taken care of the physical aspects—painting walls, unpacking boxes of equipment, and setting up the registration process—I started working on hiring my staff.
That only lasted one day.
On my second interview for a speech therapist, she mentioned how her work as a lifeguard with developmentally delayed kids had inspired her to develop speech lessons that could be done in a swimming pool.
If the situation hadn’t been so dire, her expression at my weeping would’ve been comical. After assuring that it was about me and not her, I’d practically pushed her out the door while lying that I’d be in touch. With that fiasco fresh in my mind, I decided I needed a break.
