Reminiscing

Dance Instructor

Candice POV~

What the hell was I thinking!?

I couldn't believe how close Emerald and I had ended. It didn't bother me...surprisingly. What bothered me were the thoughts that had occupied my mind while I was at such close proximity.

Why had I wanted to kiss her at that moment?

I was married.

Sadly and unhappily married, I couldn't help but think.

Either way, I was married and the mere thought of kissing someone else other than my wife, was extremely wrong. But I couldn't help the thought from bubbling inside me. I was curious to know if Emerald had thought the same thing.

Oh who was I kidding!?

She obviously didn't think of me like that. I'm sure she had plenty of women flocking after her. If it wasn't for her looks alone, then it was surely for her money. She was insanely rich and her luxurious lifestyle proved it.

What surprised me the most was her personality. She seemed awfully nice and eager to help. I don't know if she was only being this nice towards me or if she was always like that. I liked to believe she was always like that. She was also talkative and the relationship between her and Ivette was adorable to watch.

Just earlier when Ivette was about to blurt out I was married, Emerald seemed to be in a panic to shut her up. Which reminded me, she had yet to explain why she lied to her mother about me.

"Are you mad?" Emerald asked me suddenly.

We we're sitting in her extravagant car, making our way to the police station.

"No." I answered truthfully. "Just wondering why in the hell you lied to your mother about me."

"About that...it's a long story." She sighed. "Let's just say my father had an affair with some woman and he ended up leaving mom for the mistress."

Suddenly I felt bad for making her talk about this.

"Sorry, I get it now. You don't have to tell me about it." I quickly answered.

"It's okay. Don't apologize," she shot me a small smile before focusing on the road yet again. "I should be the one apologizing right now."

I remained silent as an indication for her to continue speaking.

"I didn't want my mother to know you were married because she'd believe we are having some sort of affair. She probably wouldn't have believed the true story behind your stay at my house. So I had to keep your marriage a secret or else she would flip out on you and say rude things towards you about loyalty and whatnot. And then she would've mentioned something along the lines of I'm-very-disappointed-in-you." She stopped at a red light and faced me. "The last thing I want is for my mother to believe you are a bad person."

She was staring at me with such intensity in her eyes, that I couldn't help but squirm under her gaze. I didn't want to feel this way. But I couldn't help it. I could feel myself losing control under her deep ocean blue eyes.

And again, my mind wandered off to someplace where it shouldn't be. Someplace where I shouldn't even be harboring thoughts of kissing another woman other than my wife.

Who was currently in jail because of me.

I quickly looked away from her and glanced out the window. I tried to calm my heart which was currently beating faster than it should.

The light then turned green and the car began to move again. The silence was then replaced by Emerald's rich voice.

"Anyway I got sidetracked earlier after your little confession. I never pegged you as a dancer."

I scoffed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." She quickly defended herself. "What I meant is that I never imagined you to be a dancer."

"Well I am, much to your surprise." I sarcastically answered,

I heard her chuckling softly and I glared at her. She pretended to not notice but her laughter was annoying me.

"Hey! I was a very good dance instructor in case you don't know." I shot back.

"Well...I would like to make a proposition for you."

I didn't even bother covering my groan. Emerald gave me a quick, amused glance before focusing on her driving yet again.

"Well, since you like to brag about how much of a good choreographer you are, I would appreciate it if you gave Ivette dancing lessons."

"What?" I asked completely caught off guard by her request.

I didn't mind actually. It's just that I haven't actually danced in a few years. I must be a bit rusty to even consider giving Ivette dancing lessons.

"You heard me. I want to hire you as Ivette's personal instructor. I'd pay you and you can choose whatever schedule works for you." She then glanced at me before continuing. "Don't look so surprised."

"It's just that I haven't properly danced in a while so I-"

"You said you were a great teacher, and I think you can't just forget how to dance. Practice makes perfect. And if you're as great as I believe... Then you're perfect." She said the last sentence while staring intensely at me. I gulped. "For Ivette."

I knew she had meant that sentence to come out like that. And my heart began to pound harder against my chest. Why was she making me feel this way? I quickly tried to cover up. She didn't need to know she had this effect over me.

"I am a great teacher even if you doubt it." I snapped back. It was almost as if she enjoyed taunting me. "I would love to help Ivette out, but I have work also. So it'll be hard to accommodate some free time."

"It can be a few hours a day. Maybe two or three days a week, whichever works better for you. All you have to do is say yes, then we can talk about the time and days." She eagerly answered.

I wasn't sure if I should just dive into the offer. I still had to tell Nancy about it. And figure out how to work it in between my work schedule. But I couldn't help the nervousness inside my gut. Because I knew that if I accepted the new job offer, which was something I truly enjoyed, I would indirectly be spending more time with this beautiful woman.

I found myself wanting to spend time with her again.

I knew it wasn't a good idea. Especially after all of the emotions and thoughts that littered my mind after a single day with her. It couldn't possibly turn out to be a great decision. Yet I found myself answering her.

"Sure, I'd love to be Ivette's new dance instructor."

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