“Did you really come all the way here to watch me dance?” she asks quietly.
“I’m actually on campus for a meeting,” I growl. “But yes, I’mhere-here because I wanted to watch you dance.”
Her brow furrows. “Butwhy?”
“Because you’re quite good.”
Evelina flushes. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “But I…I mean, so far, I only see you when we…” She looks down at her hands. “When wehave sex,” she whispers.
“You mean when wefuck,” I growl. “Say it.”
She gasps quietly when I touch two fingers to her chin and lift her face to mine. She swallows, blushing to the roots of her hair.
“When we fuck,” she croaks, making my dick throb.
“Who’s to say that's not what I’m here for now?” I say darkly.
Her breath sucks in, eyes widening. “Is it?” she squeaks.
“That sounds suspiciously like a request, princess.”
She squirms, her face flushing even more as she tries to look away. My fingers tighten on her chin, forcing her to look right at me.
“Do youwant meto be here for that?”
She shifts, still trying to avoid my gaze, her face pulsing with heat. Suddenly, she chokes out a sharp gasp as my other hand slips between her legs and cups her pussy through her leotard and tights.
“Vaughn,” she whimpers, her breath coming in short, staccato bursts as I start to rub her pussy through the fabric, feeling her get wetter and hotter.
“Answer me,” I growl, pressing my palm a little harder to the raw, slick heat radiating from her cunt.
“Y-yes?—”
“There you are!”
God fucking dammit.
Evelina chokes on a gasp, her thighs clamping shut, trapping my hand between them. I turn to the sound of the voice and the auditorium door banging open, gritting my teeth when Evelina grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away.
Sabine wheels herself down the aisle toward us, with Ed Forbes and Madeline Brecht, two of the more prominent members of the board, walking close behind.
“We were at the boardroom ready to go,” Sabine smiles with her mouth, while her eyes narrow at me as if to say “and where thefuckwere you?” But then her gaze shifts past me, and even that smile drops like a rock.
“Ed, Madeline,” I smile politely, “do you know Ms. Nikitin here? She’s been teaching some of the students in our dance program.”
Evelina hops down off the edge of the stage.
“Ahh, Roman’s sister, yes?” Ed beams, striding forward to shake her hand. “Always good to see our alumni assume their rightful thrones.”
Madeline takes Evelina’s outstretched hand next. “You’re with the Zakharova, aren’t you?” She smiles. “I saw your company’s production ofSwan Lakea few months ago. Delightful. And Naomi Kim was a revelation.”
Eveline smiles widely, dipping her head. “Thank you. Truly.”
“I also remember watching you in particular, since your brother was such an impressive alumnus,” Madeline goes on. “Beautiful work.”
Evelina blushes deeply and thanks her again.
“Yes she’squitetalented,” I murmur, turning and locking my eyes on her.
