Page 6 of Loup Garou
Snorting, Myra shook her head. “Gee, anything else?”
“Yes, coffee.” I gave her the evil eye. “That was just low. I think you tipped him off I’d be less than receptive about meeting with him. You told him to come bearing something I can’t turn down.”
“What’s that? A great chin? Ask to see his obliques. I’m guessing they’re as perfect as the rest of him.” She winked at me and wiggled her hips in a sassy motion.
“Bite me,” I said, blowing kisses at her.
Snarling, Myra made fake scratching motions at me.
Exavier ran a hand through his hair. “I can come back if this is a bad time.”
“Nonsense,” Myra said, pushing past me. I could almost smell her enthusiasm as she took hold of his upper arm. The woman never stopped her endless attempts to find me Mr. Right. She was almost as bad as my mother. Though no one was quite that bad. “Why don’t you head back with Lindsay? She’s got a short class to instruct and then she’s free until ten. She’ll be free for the entire day after two.” She patted his muscular arm. “Just in case you need her for something longer than a talk.”
Take him with me? What? There was no way in hell I was dragging this hella hunk with me while I danced on a pole.
“What class is she instructing?” he asked, staring at me and licking his bottom lip. I silently prayed the moan I was holding back didn’t escape.
Myra nudged me again. “Erotic stripping and pole dancing. You’ll love it. The music is right up your alley. I’ve heard your stuff. You’ve got a great blend.”
Exavier bit the corner of his lower lip and I could easily imagine those lips on me, sampling my body as I sampled his. “Hmm, I guess this will give me a taste of what you have to offer.”
“Excuse me?”
He chuckled. “I was told you’re the best when dealing with music that crosses genres. This will let me see what you can do. A sample, so to speak.”
Do not beg this man to throw you against the wall and make mad monkey sex with you. Do not do it.
I did my best to listen to my inner voice. It seemed to lack the conviction I’d hoped it would have in a case like this. Though, Exavier wasn’t something you planned on.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kedmen, but I stopped working in the industry three years ago. Now I just teach dance here and deal with the recreation center. It’s not glamorous but I’m happy.”
He nodded. “I know you left the field. Though, I can’t say I know why. Come to think of it, no one I’ve spoken with in regards to you seems to know why it is you left, only that you did.”
The topic wasn’t one I wanted to discuss. It didn’t matter how cute his chin was. “I know. I didn’t advertise my departure for a reason. One I will not be giving you, coffee or not.”
He didn’t seem fazed by my frankness. “The label said they wanted dancers on the tour. They sent us too many to count, but I refuse to accept them unless you come on board and advise. I’m in a pinch and needed you two weeks ago. Sorry I took so long to get to you, Lindsay.” The way he said the last part left me tipping my head and giving him a questioning look.
Sorry I took so long to get to you?
Puzzled, I shook my head. “Why me? I can recommend some people who are excellent with cross-genre music and still very active in the business.”
“I want you,” he said, leveling his blue gaze on me. “No one else.”
My entire body reacted to his statement, leaving me biting back an “I want you too” declaration. At a loss for words, I shrugged. “You are obviously a bigger pain in the ass than me. Come on. We’ll discuss this after my class is done. If you’d rather play basketball, oranythingthat will keep you out from under my feet that would be great. I can meet you in my office when I’m finished.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Yippee,” I said, walking away from him before I could make a fool of myself by kissing him.
“Are you always this sweet to someone trying to hire you?” He grabbed the coffee and followed me. I could really get used to him.
Snorting, I kept walking. “This is as sweet as I get when it comes to men in the music industry.” Myra laughed and I rolled my eyes. “Fine, men in general. Take it or leave it. And I’d like to point out thatifI should decide to help you, I don’t get any nicer. In fact, I normally get worse. Trying to teach men who aren’t born with the ability to follow a beat to dance tends to make my PMS come out and play when it has no reason to be there. Again, take it or leave it. I’m not the one who needs help, Mr. Kedmen.”
He chuckled. The sound moved over me slowly. “At least you’re honest. The last choreographer they sent couldn’t stop kissing my ass.”
“Mr. Kedmen, if you should be lucky enough to find me kissing your ass, it will have nothing to do with my job and I can guarantee it will be an experience you’ll not soon forget.”
Did I just proposition him?
