Salacious by A. Zavarelli

Author:A. Zavarelli [Zavarelli, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Chloe

Mr. Vaughn arrives on the rooftop at exactly the time we agreed on. And at first, he seems relieved to find that we are not alone.

Until his eyes settle on Bastien.

And although it was really not my intention, I am pleased to see the spark of jealousy in his eyes. The unmistakable alpha male who exerts his dominance with a single look in my direction.

“Bastien is going to help with the piece,” I explain. “We need at least two dancers. And I didn’t figure you were up to the job.”

I mean it as a joke, but Mr. Vaughn doesn’t seem to take it that way. He’s sizing up Bastien, who is admittedly very handsome. But that isn’t why I picked him. I picked him because he’s nice and a good dancer, and I know he can keep his lips shut about the project until the final reveal.

But right now, he sort of looks like he wants to bolt. I break the awkward silence by handing Mr. Vaughn the paint I’ve already prepared and then stripping off my sweater. I’m already dressed in a leotard, skirt and pointes. Ready to go.

Bastien is as well, in a dance belt and tights. And nothing else. Which is maybe part of the problem. But I need him for support since we are using paint. I’ve already customized my pointes with suede tips and soles, but Bastien knows what to watch for since this is a different surface than what we’d normally be working on.

“Okay.” I shake myself out and take a breath. “Mr. Vaughn, would you mind cueing the music?”

He nods and presses the button on my iPod. There is an intentional two-minute delay in which I show him what intervals to add paint to the surface and where.

And then the music begins.

For the pas de deux, Bastien and I take on our respective roles of the Sugar Plum Fairy and her prince. We start on opposite ends of the canvas before coming together and moving in tempo. The piece is slow and graceful, providing the perfect opportunity to apply the paint at each interval.

Even while he works, Mr. Vaughn never takes his eyes off me for a second.

It is the first time he has seen me dance like this.

Not in free form, but with the skills I have perfected over my endless years of toil. And he is mesmerized.

Even after the music ends, he does not break his focus, completely oblivious to the fact that Bastien is still here.

“Thank you so much.” I turn to Bastien and give him a hug. “I really appreciate your help tonight.”

“Do you need me to help clean up?” he asks.

“No, it’s okay,” I tell him. “I’ve got it, but thank you.”

I am eager for him to go. And I know Mr. Vaughn is too. Because I can see it on his face. The last thread of his self-control. Preparing to snap.

I haven’t even had a chance to take in the painting. The only thing I can see right now is him.

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