I guess that’s my answer.
Chapter 26
Giselle
Ibounce with every step closer to the staff room, excitement bubbling in my gut.
Monday, in its usual typical fashion, is as mundane as it’s gets. And this Monday is no different. Which is why when my idea popped into my head in-between classes, to spice things up a little bit, I couldn’t stop myself from becoming practically giddy with glee.
Pressing down the door handle, I peek my head through the staff room door, finding Hudson and Rex messing about on their phones while they chat aimlessly.
“Hi.” I smile, crossing the small space and seating myself in Hudson’s lap. He shifts slightly to allow me some room, one arm banding around my waist, while his other continues typing out at his – I take a quick peek –grocery list.
“Hey, you.” He presses a kiss to my cheek and then captures my lips with his own.
“Are you busy?”
“Nah. A client cancelled so—”
“Can I borrow you for a minute, then? Or are you and Rex—”
“Have him.” Rex stands, his knees popping with the movement. “Catch you lovebirds later.”
I stay silent, mulling over Rex’s parting words as I watch him disappear with a click of the doorjamb.
“What’s up?” Hudson pulls me from my head, smoothing back my hair from my forehead.
“I want to show you something.”
His brow quirks in interest. “Show me something?”
“Mhm. Come on.” I take his hand, pulling him to standing and leading us both down the corridor to my dance studio. Once inside, I lock the door behind us and unpeel Hudson’s hands from where they’ve landed on my hips.
“What are we doing in here, Gee?”
“I’ve been putting together a little routine for one of my classes and I wanted to show it to you.”
“Show it to me?” Hudson repeats, looking a little dumbfounded.
“Yeah.” I grin. “Can I dance for you, Hudson?”
He nods quickly, the tip of his tongue pressing against the side of his fleshy cheek. “Uh huh.”
“I was hoping you’d say yes.” A pleased smirk plays across my lips, turning up the corners, lighting up my body. “Wait here.”
Sidestepping away from Hudson, I turn to grab a single wooden chair that I’d bought into the dance studio sometime last week when I needed to help modify some of my dance positions for a woman with a metal hip.
Dragging the legs of the chair across the floor, I place the chair behind Hudson and I one fluid motion I press the flat of my palms to his chest in order to make him bend his long, muscular legs and sit down.
The hem of his running shorts rises higher up his leg, revealing more of his corded muscle he’s worked so hard to achieve, as he shifts to make himself comfortable. I can’t fucking tear my eyes away from the sight. I have the uncontrollable urge to climb on top of him and—
“I don’t see you dancing, Giselle.”
I flick my eyes to his, watching the dimple return to his cheek, the mischievous sparkle glint in his green eyes.
Prick.
I must say the insult out loud for Hudson laughs, pearly white teeth showing.
