Heartbreak 'n Heels

Chapter 8

“You want to open a pole dance studio?” Deacan asked as he dragged his eyes down Erica's body. He couldn't help the images that came to mind. Her hair sweeping the floor as she hung upside down on a pole. Those gorgeous legs holding her up on it. He shifted in his seat as he felt his nature rise.

“That's right. Other dance styles will be taught there, but especially pole dancing.” She locked eyes with him and replied confidently. Her smile was bright when she turned back to face Cady. “Can you help me with this?”

“I don't see why not. Let's look over your ideas and see what we can do.”

The trio spent the next hour and a half going over ideas for the studio. Erica was ecstatic at the prospect of her dream becoming a reality.

“This is a good stopping point. Deacan and I will work together on this and do our best to make your space yours. He'll set an appointment with you for next week to see the building. I'll set one for the week after because I'll be out of town.”

“Great! I can't wait for you all to get started. I'm so excited!”

“Me too! Erica, it's been a pleasure. Deacan, can you show her out?”

“No worries. I got her.”

Erica grabbed her bag from the floor and walked out of Cady's office. Deacan was right behind her and waved his arm for her to walk ahead.

“The exit is the other way.” She turned to him and he grinned slyly.

“I need to schedule our next meeting. That calls for a trip to my office. Last door on the right.”

Erica's insides churned as she walked toward Deacan's office. His proximity to her was scrambling her thoughts. She mentally chanted to keep things professional, but all she really wanted to do was rip open his sky blue dress shirt as soon as they stepped into his office. Deacan's hand brushed hers as they walked and the contact made his díck twitch every time.

They reached his office and he opened the door for her. Erica crossed the threshold and turned to face him when he closed the door behind him. Neither of them moved. The air in the office felt heavy, but not uncomfortable. Erica's eyes slowly trailed down Deacan's body. Each plane she hit caused her breathing to deepen. Deacan could see the lust in her eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly, signaling her desire for him.

The hint of cleavage that showed through her shirt teased him. Every rise of her chest pushed her breasts forward, practically begging for him to lick them. He pictured his tongue sliding down the skin between her breasts and he licked his lips. Erica inhaled sharply when his tongue wet his lips. She stepped toward him and he held up his hand to stop her.

“Look, as much as I'd love to tear your clothes off and take you on that table, I at least want to take you on a date first.”

Erica paused as his words registered in her mind. She felt tingles all over. The thought of him wooing her made her swoon like a little school girl.

“A date? When?”

“You can't possibly be shocked. Erica, I told you I'm into you. Really, REALLY, into you.”

Erica blushed from his confession. “Okay. So, when?”

“Tomorrow.”

Erica nodded her agreement and felt the excitement course through her. Deacan crossed the room to his desk and looked at his calendar.

“Ok, so Monday I have an opening at 3:00 p.m. Does that work?”

“Perfect.”

“Alright. Now let's get you out of here before I set my gentlemanly ways aside.”