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Total pump-up song.
Damnis she crushing it. She dances hard, throwing up her arms, swinging her hips like she’s in front of a stadium of 60,000 screaming football fans. Her expression is focused, but her lips are pursed in a small, satisfied smile.
I almost blackout when she pops her ass, then drops into a burpee-type thing before shoving that sweet little ass back in the air. She shakes it, making her ass cheeks vibrate. The joy on her face as she looks at herself in the mirror is... everything.
I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood.
Blame it on the beer. The day’s feel-good vibes. The excellent DJ Coop and Goldie hired.
Whatever the case, I suddenly can’t stay still.
I don’t know what I’m doing until my hand is on the doorknob and I’m pushing into the gym. The music is loud.
My heartbeat is louder.
Maren’s gaze meets mine in the mirror. She takes in my tux and smiles, eyes and everything, and I feel it like a kick to the chest.
“Hello, handsome!” she shouts over the Lady Gaga song that comes on. “How was it?”
Go. To. Bed.
Instead I shout back, “Good. Great, actually.” I nod at her body like an idiot. “Your routine is... insane.”
She tilts her head, motioning to the front of the room. “Come. I’ll teach you.”
“Who says I need to be taught?”
Her brown eyes flash. “Mr. One Word Answers Death Stare can dance?”
I’m just drunk enough to say, without a trace of irony, “Yes.”
She bursts out laughing. The shit in my chest swells. So does my dick.
“Show me.”
“It’s late.”
“You’re really gonna leave me hanging?” Putting a hand on her hip, she rolls her eyes. “Weak sauce, man.”
“Don’t call me that.”
She arches a brow. “Weak sauce?”
“Or man. That’s for the guys, so you gotta stop.”
Her lips twitch. Eyes brighten. I see it—the moment she makes the choice to flirt back. “How ’bout you come up here and make me?”
Fuck, I can’t resist this girl when she’s being playful.
I drop my jacket on a nearby weight bench. Opening the fridge, I grab a water and chug it. Feel like I need to hydrate for this.
When I’m done I walk toward her, I unbutton my cuffs and roll my sleeves up to my elbows.
“You mean business.”
I dig my finger into my bow tie and yank it loose. Unbutton the first couple buttons on my shirt. Maren watches me, eyes going hazy. I smile. “You got no idea, sweetheart.”
“This calls for some Snoop. Hang tight.” She scurries to the corner where her phone rests on the mini fridge. A second later, the familiar drum beat of “Drop it Like it’s Hot” fills the room.
