VESTA'S POV
I dragged myself out of the office, completely drained. Another 10-hour day crunching numbers as the finance coordinator, and my eyes were ready to cross permanently. I slung my dance bag over my shoulder with a weary sigh. At least practice would provide an escape from the chaos.
Dance was my everything ever since Mrs. Garcia's dance class, my childhood dance teacher, when I was a spunky 7-year-old. The passion had only grown over the years, which was why nabbing a spot in the upcoming LA Dance Xtravaganza competition meant everything. I wasn't about to let exhaustion stop me from that dream.
I pulled up to Miguel's place, already stretching my sore muscles in the car. Miguel was always down to work on our routines. But when the door opened , I saw Dr. Kim.
" Oh- Miguel is not home yet , Vesta. " He spoke.
Shoot
Miguel had texted earlier that he was stuck at work. I should have just gone home and collapsed, but the thought of missing tonight's practice made my stomach twist into knots. I thought he must've arrived by now but-
" But you're welcome to wait for him here. He might be arriving soon. " Dr. Kim stepped back allowing me inside.
I warred with the urge to head home. But Dr. Kim'swords practically dared me to stay. "Or if you don't mind if , I could practice with you?"
My eyes shot up at him.
What what ? What did I just hear?
Dance with him ?
HAHA.
Haha.
haha.
A tiny, rebellious part of me thrilled at the idea of being alone with him. I shoved it aside, blaming my utterly depleted state. "You sure? It's like- you don't even know the choreo-"
Something flashed in his eyes as he interrupted me. "I can handle it. I've watched your practice and choreo with Miguel a numerous times. So." He shrugged
Of course the man could back up his cockiness with skills.
I was hesitant. But I can't ditch my consistency. I was stuck in a dilemma. I was interrupted from these thoughts when the familiar music of my dance pumped through the living room.
"May I have this dance?" His velvet voice danced deliciously down my spine and he stepped forward extending his palm looking down at me.
[ A/N : Play Die for you ( weeknd ) ]
I gave a small nod, moving towards him almost in a trance. Dr. Kim wasted no time pulling me flush against his body. My breath hitched at the sudden contact. Even through the thin fabrics separating me from him, I could feel the searing heat of his sculpted form.
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