Dance Like Nobody's Watching by Luxie Ryder Read Free Book Online

give them a chance to conclude their conversation.
“We’re needed in—”
    “I know! You told me already.” A nerve ticked in Ty’s jaw
and Sherrie could see he was losing the slim grip on his temper again.
    A sudden weariness stole her heart, and she lost interest in
whatever it was Ty wanted to say. This particular soap opera had gone on long
enough. “Okay, well, I have work to do. I’ll catch you guys later.”
    Sherrie headed for the sanctity of her trailer, grateful for
her own little private space to retreat and think about things. But the gods
had no intention of leaving her in peace. Less than an hour after she’d
escaped, the director sent a runner to find her, insisting she come to the set
immediately and fix Diana’s dress.
    “The bitch probably ripped it on purpose,” Sherrie muttered,
gathering up her stuff and heading for the door. By the time she reached
Diana’s dressing room, Sherrie knew without a single doubt, all it would take
to send her over the edge was one more simpering smile or bitchy comment. If
Diana fucked with her again, Sherrie intended to let her know in no uncertain
terms what she thought of her. And if she lost her job, so be it. The
satisfaction would be worth the pain.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    The pep talk wasn’t necessary. When she got to Diana’s
dressing room, Sherrie found it empty and the torn dress thrown onto a chair. The
careless way the dancers treated the hand-made costumes pulled at the seams of
her sanity. Having to sit and mend something that should never have been
damaged in the first place, irritated Sherrie more than usual. But half an hour
of quiet time spent sewing the dress calmed her down, and by the time she went
to find Diana and let her know, Sherrie’s anger had dissipated.   
    She pushed the gymnasium door open and slipped silently into
the room. The students lined the edges of the basketball court, all watching
silently as Ty and Diana rehearsed in front of them. Sherrie’s gaze landed on
the couple wrapped in each other’s arms in the center of the room. A lump
formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes at the beauty of the sight
before her.
    Ty wore only a thin vest, a pair of black track pants, and his
feet were bare. Diana’s red leotard fit her like a second skin and her hair was
swept up in an effortlessly sexy tumble, the kind Sherrie could never quite
perfect. At that very moment, Ty had his hand splayed over Diana’s stomach as
her back pressed into his chest. Her ass nestled lovingly against his thighs. His
pelvis mirrored the action of his partner’s in a sinuous roll of their hips
that made it seem as if they were joined.
    The lush Latin beat driving their passionate Rumba echoed
around the hall as the couple turned away and back to each other, never losing
their synchronicity, connected at all times by the rhythm of the music.
    Sherrie’s tears dried as her envy of Diana’s grace and
beauty was chased away by the wave of raw sensuality emanating from Ty. His
tightly corded muscles gleamed in the soft light of the gym, each sinew and
bulge accentuated by a glistening sheen of sweat. The longer strands of Ty’s
dark blond hair clung to his forehead and temples and the light flush on his
cheeks reminded Sherrie of how he’d looked the last time he’d made love to her.
The ache between her thighs reminded her of how he’d made her feel, and the
sweat shimmering on his corded muscles also made her vividly recall his
glistening body moving over hers. Sherrie’s knees began to shake and she knew
she had to sit down before she fell down.
    She tried to slip over to the bench without catching his eye
but the movement brought his gaze to hers…and from that moment on, it never
flinched. Each time he thrust against Diana, his gaze burned with a heat that
left Sherrie in no doubt it was her he wanted to grind into—not the woman in
his arms. Whenever the dance required that Ty turn his back on Sherrie, she
couldn’t help