AUSTRALIA: A Romance Anthology by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-03T18:30:00+00:00

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Waltz with Me, Matilda

Tamsen Parker

1

“Oh, Tilda, no. Honey, no.”

I slumped and my eyes watered as Alvaro corrected my form. Again. For what must have been the fiftieth time tonight. Which might have been okay. I was good at taking direction. It was one of the things that made me a fine consultant. I was even better at listening to what my clients thought they wanted and giving them something that wasn’t what they asked for but fulfilled the function they needed it to, and making them feel like it had been their idea. That was what made me a phenomenal consultant.

I didn’t know enough about goddamn ballroom dance, however, to pull my usual tricks, and it was frustrating as all hell.

I had anticipated some frustration when I signed up for this class, was in fact counting on it, but I’d also had some misguided fantasies about what would happen when I showed up to begin my lessons. There was supposed to be some six-foot-five Prince Charming who could spin me around the studio for an hour before I went back to my empty apartment. Or hell, I was not picky. I would’ve taken a man of any height as long as he wasn’t intimidated by me, knew what he was doing, and would lead. That’s what I wanted; that’s why I’d come here.

But as per usual, because I was six fucking feet tall and not a model-thin waif, I got assigned the male part. I was expected to take charge, to lead. It perhaps hadn’t been fair for me to expect some random dude to take on the weight of my needs and expectations, but I was bordering on desperate and I just…

I wanted to be touched, held, guided, and then I wanted to go about my everyday life where I kicked ass and didn’t take names because I had a goddamn assistant for that. And wow had my plan backfired. Real hard.

Alvaro was nudging my elbows, poking at my back, grabbing my hips and squaring them. I sighed apologetically to Polly, who was a far better dancer than I was but who had arrived late to class today and so ended up partnered with me. She gave me a tightly annoyed smile as I mouthed, Sorry.

“Again, ladies. You’re both magnificent and proud. You don’t lack for coordination—this should be lovely. Again!”

Then he spun off, counting, clapping, stomping, trying to turn his class of ugly ducklings into swans. Except I felt more like a goose. A very ill-tempered goose.

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