All Over Me

Chapter 18

Ace

Today I start to teach Selene the choreography for the show, so it's an important day, yet she's not here.

To kill the time, I stretch and do some jumps and abs to warm up a little before she arrives.

I hear hurried footsteps. The door of the ballroom is slammed open. "You're fifteen minutes late."

She pants as she puts her pointe shoes on. "I know and I'm sorry, my female problems got out hand," she tells me.

I raise an eyebrow. "What female problems? Hair and makeup? I don't care about that stuff."

She sighs. "Do I look like I have makeup on? No," she makes me notice. "I was talking about menstruation, Ace, aka blood streaming out of your—"

I raise my hand. "Don't say anything else. I know what it is, thank you."

She gets up and starts warming up her feet. "If you're not done with your abs, I'm going to stretch for a few minutes."

"I need to do a few more, you do what you need. I forgive you this time for being late, but just because I understand a woman's problems."

She gives me the finger. I roll my eyes and resume what I was doing.

After a good ten minutes, we're both already sweaty. It means we're ready to start.

But God, it's so hot in here.

"I'm ready to start, I'm so excited to learn the—" she stops abruptly.

I take off my sweaty undershirt and throw it at the corner of the room. "I'm ready too, just wait a second because I can't function like this," I gesture to my wet, sweaty skin.

Selene blinks a few times too much. "O-okay, I—" She gives me a lingering look at my abs unconsciously. "Just...be quick, alright?"

My grin spreads over my face. "Stay focused, love," I tell her as I go get my towel to dry my skin.

I see her rolling eyes by the corner of my eyes. Her hands on hips like a sassy little girl. She's honestly adorable.

"Okay, so, you ready?" I ask her.

She nods. "Born ready."

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can still give up, you know."

She laughs. "Don't even think about me giving up, never gonna happen."

"We'll see."

I begin by teaching her the movements we do at the same time, the ones without physical contact. It's easier. We'll get to the hard part later.

I show her how to move her arms and legs, I play the music to let her know the counts.

"You got it? You need me to show it to you one more time?" I ask her to be sure she doesn't mess up.

She waves me off. "No no. I got it. Do you want me to do it alone first?"

"Yeah, better, so I can see what you do wrong."

"I do nothing wrong, Ace," she tells me, with a confident smile.

"If you say so." I play the music again and I watch her.

She does the exact same moves I showed her a minute ago. She does them perfectly. She already memorized everything in a short time. Turns out Selene Isabel Quinn is the fastest learner.

"Good. It was good, could have been better," I say, just to tease her a little. "Let's go on."

I keep teaching her for at least another hour before we take a break. We're sweatier than when we started.

"Short break," I announce. "Fifteen minutes."

Selene throws herself on the ground. "I just want to lay here forever," she says in a dreamy tone. "Ace, can you pass me my water, please?"

"Lazy woman," I tell her as I give her her bottle.

"Thanks." She takes a few sips.

I drink too, then I look down at her, sprawled on the floor again. "Do you always do this?"

She smiles. "Only when the teacher's not around."

"I am your teacher," I remind her.

She clicks her tongue. "No, your father is. Well, not you father..."

"My father, Sel," I glare.

She gives me an apologetic look. "Anyway, you should try it. It feels good to lay down for a few minutes."

I shake my head and dry my hair with my towel. "Not ever."

"Come on." She pats the ground beside her.

"Are you for real?" I seriously ask.

She nods. "Make me happy for a moment, pleeeaaase."

Oh my God. "No," I insist. "I don't want to."

She sits up on her knees and looks up at me her beautiful big brown eyes. "Why do you have to be so grumpy all the time? I'm asking you a stupid thing."

As she looks at me like that, images of her doing something that she's never done flash through my inappropriate mind. She just needs to pull down my shorts and boxers and put it in her—

"Focus."

"I'm focused." I put those nasty thoughts aside for later in the shower.

"Apparently not," she glances at my groin. Fuck. "Looks like another part of you is really focused and interested."

"And you're not the source of its interest. You know, men's problems. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I exit the room and go the bathroom.

"You have ten minutes to jerk off!" she yells.

Fuck her for being so young and hot, and fuck me for letting her invade my thoughts.