“Well, we can take my truck. It’s a Chevy Silverado and not as cool as my rich Rockstar friends’ cars.”
Noah pushes me back while laughing. “Because you are so poor?” He laughs.
Cal comes out the back as Noah looks to us both after reading his phone. “Take the Lambo. I gotta run home quick and get the flowers Bright got for me to take to Cans. I will meet ya there and we can hop in my car.”
We nod in agreement and I follow Cal to his car. “This is such a sweeter ride than the Cuda,” I say as I sit on the real Italian leather seats that warm my ass in seconds.
“Yeah, fucking Cuda can’t do this,” he says and starts the car, streaking from the parking lot ahead of Noah as we left him in our dust.
“Mya called me when I was inside. We gotta swing by her place and then the studio on our way to Noah’s.”
I nod, and can’t help but wonder what she looks like sweaty and red from the exertion of dancing.
“I’ll run the phone in. I owe her an apology.”
Cal is cool and I never knew it until recently. It says a lot about the guy who wants you to go for it with his sister. His virgin sister who has the mouth of a stripper and the body to match.
Mya
The music beats off the walls, the beat hitting every chord in my spine as I moved. I wanted to mash a contemporary hip hop piece together for the older students that could follow. I grabbed the handset phone at my front desk and called Cal hoping he would be able to bring me my phone. I was so excited to see the finished work on the floors that I rushed and forgot.
I usually recorded my choreography and couldn’t practice without it.
“Hey. Why you calling from this number?” He says, by way of hello.
“I forgot my cell at my apartment. I know you have plans tonight, but Noah’s is on the way to my studio…”
“Yeah, we are headed out now. We just left the studio, so I’ll be there soon.”
“Thanks, brother,” I say in my sweetest voice that always worked on him and Jace when I was little.
“Whatever, spoiled brat. See you in twenty,” he hung up, and I couldn’t help but fill with the love and grateful feeling of my family’s support for my dancing. He knew I needed it to record my sessions and was always willing to support me with it.
I pushed my muscles and ligaments to move as I moved, warming up switching from contemporary to hip hop, watching my form in the mirror. Time faded away as I started repeating steps and checking the door for Cal.
One part in the bridge of the song, there’s this orchestral part that combines with the hip hop beat and it was the part I needed the phone for. Frustrated by trying so hard to nail it, I look over to the door and see not my brother, but Sully standing there with my phone.
“Hey?” I say, and grab the towel off the rail and try to hide the sweat. I have little to no clothing on and in my environment, exposed like this puts me on edge.
“You are pretty badass, Pet. Who knew you could bend like that?” He says, walking closer and I feel my heart rate go even faster. He is in all black with a hat on. I hate the idea of him going out and giving himself to experienced women who will never want him like I do. I hate knowing so many women would cave to him just because he is sexy, never knowing him. I want more than anything to know him.
“Ha, ha,” I say, and grab my phone and take it to the stand where I can record the routine. I see hi, still in the doorway, as I look in the mirror. “Thank you,” I say, not turning around as I can see him fine.
He stands there just looking around like I need to see him in this space. He haunts me everywhere, this is my sanctuary. The song starts again and I know my phone is recording. Deciding that if he wants to interfere with my greatness, then he will get an eyeful.
Right as the beat hits, I start moving until I forget that he is watching me like a total perv. It excites me. My body moves in fluid motion to the beat. My hips sway and I spin like I am on a top. He watches the routine all the way through and I realize he is captivated by me, and for once, I have the power.
I start dancing towards him, mouthing the words, putting on a show for only one…
He grabs my wrist as I spin, letting my body fall against his. “Do something…” I say breathlessly. I feel like I am begging him to see me and it pisses me off. I feel desperate and needy for his attention, for the few scraps like he gives me now that I thrive on.
He shakes his head no, but his eyes say yes as his lips hit mine in a searing kiss. The music vibrates the walls as he pulls me closer until I can’t breathe and force my mouth from his. I want back into that kiss, but he drops his forehead to mine breathing deep. “Mya… I can’t…”
I know what’s coming and it pisses me off. I know he wants me. I know he does and the more he denies it, the more I want him. I know that sounds like some straight up stalker shit, but it is what it is. I know he wants me.
So completely annoyed by this shit, the way he burns me up, I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and kiss him again with my hands behind my back and submissive. I pull back taking his bottom lip with me while my eyes tell him I am done playing games. If he doesn’t want this, he needs to say no and mean it.
Said every rapist ever, Mya.
I realize how pathetic I am when he does nothing. Says nothing. That same embittered sorrow on his face that is always plaguing him and he lets me go. I hate myself and the weakness he brings out in me. I go back to dancing and trying to pretend that he doesn’t exist.
When I spin around, he is gone, and I really need him to stay gone.
