Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
An intense sexual tension keeps building between us until I’m contemplating throwing caution to the wind and flirting with the man.
Maybe I could risk a one-night stand with him?
Nope. Not risking my job.
Breaking out of the trance the man has me in, I stop dancing and head to the table where my phone is. I disconnect it from the speakers, and silence falls heavily around me.
I can feel Mr. La Rosa’s eyes burning into my back, and it makes the heat in my abdomen increase with intensity.
I suck in a couple of deep breaths before I turn around and walk toward the doorway. He straightens up from where he’s leaning against the doorjamb, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Are you going to tell me your name tonight?” he asks, his voice deep and rough.
Having anonymity on my side, I feel way too brave for my own good.
Stopping inches away from him, I slowly tilt my head back while a seductive smile curls my lips up. “No.” The single word is breathless and filled with heat.
Mr. La Rosa’s eyes sharpen on my face. “I like a challenge.”
I move forward and as I pass by him, my shoulder brushes against his arm as I say, “Good for you.”
As I walk down the hallway, I hear him say, “Same time, same studio, tomorrow night.”
“We’ll see,” I reply.
The instant I disappear around the corner, I lift my hand to my chest and suck in deep breaths.
What the hell am I doing? Risking my job like this is stupid.
Still… Having Mr. La Rosa’s attention on me feels too good to resist.
Ugh. Now I’m drooling over him, just like all the other dancers at the company.
Only, I’m not one of his dancers. I’m his janitor.
Reaching my locker, I change out of the shorts and shirt and into my regular clothes and apron. When I’ve tied my hair and put on the cap with the company logo, I check my cleaning cart while I give Mr. La Rosa some time to leave.
Feeling I need to wait an extra ten minutes, I pull the paper bag with the food I brought from the diner out of the locker. I’m so tired of diner food, but I have no time to cook and zero money to buy something healthier.
A free meal is a free meal.
I open the container, and taking the plastic fork from the bag, I shovel some spaghetti and meatballs into my mouth.
While I eat, my thoughts revolve around Mr. La Rosa as if it’s stuck on spin cycle.
Dario.
I like his name.
And the way the man fills a suit. Yum.
His tousled hair makes my fingers itch to find out if the strands are as thick as they look.
And his eyes. Boy, do those eyes possess a magnetic pull that’s hard to resist.
I wonder what his reaction would be if he found out I’m a janitor and not a professional ballerina.
The man is so far out of my league we might as well be from different solar systems.
That fact alone should be enough to deter me from ever crossing paths with him again. Never mind that he’s my boss and so high up the food chain, I’m not even privileged enough to eat his scraps.
I use the fork to break a meatball in half and shove a piece into my mouth.
Jaden put too much tomato paste in the sauce again. It’s the last time I’m taking the spaghetti and meatballs. The man, who’s the only cook at the diner, makes a mean cheese and bacon burger, though, but I can’t eat that every day.
Putting the rest of the food away, I drink some water straight from the faucet by the sink before pushing the cleaning cart into the hallway. I mop everywhere, then retrieve the floor polisher from the supply room.
I put my earbuds in and press play on my playlist before I switch the machine on. With the handle vibrating in my grip, my thoughts keep straying, and I find myself thinking way too much of Dario La Rosa.
I’m pretty sure he also feels attracted to me. At least, the version of me he’s seen dancing in the studio.
I let out a snort when I think about how quickly he’d lose interest if he had to see me now.
The thought isn’t upsetting, because I don’t waste time wishing for things I can’t have. I focus on my reality, and the fact that I’m able to pay my bills is all that matters.
I might be poor but things can always be worse.
Thinking of worse. I haven’t seen Mandy, my birthgiver, in a long while.
My eyebrow lifts for a moment, but I seriously couldn’t care less about the woman.
Movement catches my eye, and when I see Mr. La Rosa exiting one of the offices, I frantically glance around for a place to hide.