That Kind of Girl (Fillmore & Greenwich Book 2) by Kate Perry Read Free Book Online Page B

you scared of one little dance?"
    She glanced at his mouth.
    He felt it, too—there on his lips, her gaze burning.
    Kiss her.
    No. He blinked, stepping back.
    "You need to find a different girl," Georgina said, her voice husky. She fiddled with a long curl that trailed over her shoulder as she stepped farther away from him. "I'm not who you think."
    He had the feeling she was more, and watching her back away made him want to chase after her.
    He recoiled. He did not want that. "I just want a dance partner."
    "Then go to a milonga and find one," she said, turning away. She walked over to the guy on the other side of the garage and ducked her head to join his under the hood.
    Remy should leave. He didn't need this—he didn't want anything more than someone good to dance and teach with. He didn't need sparks.
    Sparks are pretty though. Especially from up here.
    "I need Xanax," he muttered to himself, getting the hell out of there. A lot of Xanax.

 

     
    Aaron didn't have a Facebook page or an Instagram account for the yoga studio.
    Dana shook her head. Good thing he'd hired her to work a couple days a week. She'd already set them both up as users and added a couple pithy posts. One of her favorite parts of her job had been getting to play on social media; she didn't mind doing it for him. She supposed she should have been sad she wasn't getting paid for the work, except in yoga classes, but it kept her skills sharp.
    And it was for a good cause. The studio had hit a plateau in new members, she'd discovered today. She had ideas on how to fix that though.
    This was fun, she realized suddenly. She blinked a few times. She hadn't expected to have so much fun manning the reception area.
    One day maybe she'd be able to do this all the time. She paused, fingers poised over the laptop keys. Once she cashed out her stocks, maybe she'd even start her own boutique agency.
    She closed her eyes and sighed. Her own agency .
    "You look blissful."
    Her eyes popped open to find Aaron standing over her shoulder. Flushing, she closed her laptop out of reflex. "Hey."
    Smiling impishly, he nodded at her computer. "Porn?"
    "You want me to pull up porn?" She glanced at her laptop, her face going up in flames. "Is that in my job description?"
    He chuckled. "Last year, I caught someone working for me watching porn. I had a flashback."
    She recoiled. "Do I look like I watch porn?"
    "Not at all, but lately I've been questioning my judgment."
    He looked so sad that she had the urge to hug him. Clearing her throat, she decided to change the subject instead. "You're here early."
    "I wanted to stretch a bit before I taught." He looked around the desk. "You okay here?"
    "Yes."
    "Good." He started to turn away.
    "Oh"—she grabbed his arm—"I have something to ask you."
    Aaron smiled at her. "It must be important."
    "It really is." She pointed to the computer. "So I noticed that memberships were stagnant, and that's probably not what you want."
    "It isn't," he said, intently focusing on her.
    She nodded. "I have ideas on how to fix that. Like I think we should offer a Groupon deal. Stuff like that. If you want, I can do it myself, and then you won't need to be bothered with it."
    He studied her with a laser-like gaze. "You'd do that?"
    She shrugged. "I could do it in my sleep. It's no biggie."
    "Let's try it." He smiled at her, tapped the counter, and then wandered back to the studio.
    Dana waited until he was out of the room with the door closed to pump her fist in the air and exclaim, " Yes. "
    The door opened and Angie, one of the other instructors, walked in, her eyes wide. "Was that Aaron talking to you?"
    "Yes."
    Stepping behind the counter, Angie whispered as she set her bag down, "I think he was leaning. Was he leaning? You're all flushed."
    "I've never met a woman who didn't get flushed when Aaron looked at her. That man has more charisma than should be legal. It chokes a person." Not that she was affected that way. Her flush had to do with being