“Of course, we needed our own ballet studio, so we had one custom-built here.” Demetrius led me into the next room. Everything needed for a ballet class was inside the room—a special marley dance floor, ballet barres, large mirrors, a stereo in the corner, even a box of rosin on theground. “This room gets a lot of use when we need to work through steps and concepts.”
“I give myself a ballet class every Sunday. You should join me tomorrow.” Preston brushed a few strands of hair off my shoulder.
I quickly agreed; the idea of dancing next to him anywhere was exhilarating.
He reached for my hand, pulling me inside the room and placing it on a particular barre spot. “Your spot’s here, right in front of me.”
“I have a problem with this spot.” I shook my head in disappointment. “I’ll need to cheat off you when I’m not paying attention to what the steps are in the exercise.” I playfully gestured at him behind me.
He stepped up close to me and whispered in my ear. “If you mess up my steps, I will punish you, Ivy.”
The largest chill ran down my spine as my skin burst with my scent. An all too throaty laugh escaped from me, and I tried to step away to clear my head, but his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to his body. I could sense the possessiveness and aggression in him, yet I wasn’t scared. He buried his nose in my neck and smelled deeply as one of his hands moved up to grab my breast.
My heart pounded as my stomach flipped at his contact. I wanted to pull away. But his touch set my skin on fire. Alarge gasp escaped from me, which seemed to bring Preston back to reality.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lifting his arms and running his hands through his hair as he walked away with his eyes closed. “I’ll behave.”
“Come here, love,” Isaac pulled me out of the ballet studio and towards the stairs. “Give him a moment. You’re just too sexy for all of us to control ourselves. Please don’t think poorly of us.”
Isaac led me up the stairs as Demetrius and Lukas followed us. “Upstairs are the living quarters. Each of us has a suite. This door is mine,” he said as he opened it, letting me peek in.
Isaac’s room was full of color. His bed was unkempt, and there were notebooks scattered throughout the desk, drawers, and floor. Posters of ballets and various rock bands were plastered all over his walls, while a few bean bags were tossed around the room. Sitting in the corner was a pinball machine, covered in a few shirts.
“This room is so you,” I softly laughed, hugging Isaac’s arm. “I’m not surprised at all.”
“What’s wrong with my room?” He mockingly asked me with a teasing smile.
“Absolutely nothing,” I said, taking in every aspect of his space.
Lukas grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the next room. He opened the door and gave a little wave at the space inside.
His room was all soft greys and blues, and everything had a matching and stylish edge. On one side of the room sat a desk with four monitors, all on, displaying different information. Next to the desk was a bookcase featuring alternating rows of books and gaming memorabilia. In the center of the room, his bed was nicely made with a few books resting on the comforter.
“Yep, this is about what I expected here as well,” I said as I took in Lukas’s room. “Have enough monitors over there?”
“Nope, still need more!” Lukas gestured at them. “How am I supposed to multitask with this pitiful setup?”
I grabbed his hand and pointed to the cameras on the wall. “Very nice. Are those vintage?”
“I pick them up when I can,” Lukas shrugged, beaming at me.
Next to the cameras was a picture of me in an arabesque position. “Hey, there was this photographer on the first day of company class, taking a lot of pictures of me. Did you get that from him?”
“Oh yeah, that guy. You should be careful; he has a massive crush on you.” Lukas winked at me.
“What did I miss? Are we showing Ivy our stuff?” Preston joined us from behind, resting a hand on my shoulder.
“Perfect timing, next is your room.” Isaac waved us forward.
“Best you be ready,” Preston shot me a confident smile as he reached for his door, opening it. “This is the best room by far.”
I looked around Preston’s room, which had a vibrant green and blue tone to it. Posters of former ballets hung on the walls, items from autographed greats were showcased in display frames, and bookcases full of autobiographies and history books lined one of the walls. A beautiful, vintage desk with a small laptop sat next to the bookcases, along with an area for watching TV.
“Very bold and precise…” I whispered, finding the same intensity from his room that I felt from him. It was hard to put into words anything to do with Preston.
“Well, do you like it?” He looked down at me, running his hand down my arm.
I bit my lip as I looked at him, not quite sure what to say.
