Kenya

Damn you femininity

I woke up in great pain. Its that time of the month- again. 

"For fudge sake." I cried out clenching my stomach. 

I got up trudging towards my bathroom door... woah it was beautiful. There was a Jacuzzi type bath and a shower. As well as a mirror encrusted with what looked like real diamonds on the edges. Taking care of what mother nature had blessed me with this morning I groaned remembering that I wasn't allowed to dance. 

A hard knock sounded outside. Definitely not Luke. I assumed it was the director and since I was less than decent I quickly pulled on some shorts and a bralette that was in my suit case, rushing back to the bathroom to wet my hair so the curls were less angry and washing my face as well as swishing listerene through my mouth- morning breath is the worst. 

I opened the door. There he was David Dovello grinning and bearing gifts of food on a tray. It smelt delicious.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" I asked licking my lips. 

"Well, Lucas begun training at 6am this morning and he asked me to send you breakfast seeing as you have been put to rest for a few days." he said licking his own lips. 

"Wow, thanks Lucas is always three steps ahead. Ummm, come in I guess." I said unsure of how professional it was to invite the director in to serve me breakfast in shorts and a bralette. 

"I assure you this is solely professional. I am simply looking after my students wellbeing." he said answering my thoughts. 

"Right. Well you can place it on the coffee table I guess." I said motioning towards it. 

"You guess a lot don't you?" he said teasingly placing it just there. 

"Yes, um- I just feel slightly wary of the current circumstances. What is Cas doing exactly?" I asked curious as to what his first lesson would withhold. 

"Cas?" he said his eyes glazing over with an expression I couldn't place my fingers on. 

"Yes...Lucas I meant." I whispered aware that I probably shouldn't have used his nickname. 

"I'll be with you shortly I'm just going to change into something slightly more appropriate."  I said my cheeks warming. 

His eyes darted down from my eyes to my shorts again like before tracing my cures and taking a gulp of air in. He's probably wondering how I jump and turn with all the weight I carry. 

"No need he said. I don't want to inconvenience you, please take a seat and enjoy your meal." he said his eyes suddenly looking towards the floor. 

"For such a young guy you speak rather formally, thank you for the meal Mr Dorello and oh- Good Morning!" I said remembering. 

"Its two in the afternoon Kenya but, good belated morning. I speak formally because I am a director, I'll be here in an hour to take you to a nutritionist who will run through your" he coughs, "diet plan." 

Was I that bad? I just about scrapped it into open classes, my body was the only thing that hindered me. I'd already adopted a strict diet plan that stopped me from being any thicker than I was now but I couldn't find a way to be rid of my curves completely. 

"Right, of course... my diet plan. That's important. Well I guess I'll see you in an hour, director." I said escorting him to my door and closing it shut. 

DIRECTOR POV 

The door shut and I groaned internally. Why did I ever think I could handle her in such... revealing clothes. I should've handed her the tray and left as fast as I had arrived. Her curves, they're so gorgeous, feminine. They are qualities that the average dancer didn't hold and I gulped realising Kenya wasn't the average dancer. Her hair was wet, I wonder whether she'd used the Jacuzzi in her room realising my thoughts were becoming far from professional I brushed the idea out my head and went to have a cold shower. "You can not do this." I whispered to myself.