Claire nodded as she went to the middle of the floor but, before Reese could hit play, a knock came at the door. Reese looked over, ready to yell at whoever was at the door, but that didn’t happen. Instead, her heart kicked into speed and her nipples hardened as one hell of a gorgeous man came through the door with a careless grin on his face. She had no clue who the guy was, but she wanted to know him naked.
“I told you I wouldn’t be done until four,” Claire said, her hands on her hips.
“I know, I came to watch you,” he said. His voice was the kind that could talk a woman out her panties, and Reese was pretty sure he had done that more times than she could count. His body was a wonderland, standing tall in fitted blue jeans and a tee, with his strong, muscular arms on display. His skin was bare of tattoos and usually that would turn her off, but his face still had her burning with desire. Strong bone structure, blond hair dusting his chin, lush lips, and blue eyes to die for. His hair fell into his eyes, the same eyes that were currently locked on her as he asked, “If that is okay?”
She could only blink as Claire said, “No way, I don’t want you watching.”
Finding her voice as she begged her body to behave, she asked, “I’m sorry, you are?”
He pointed towards Claire and said, “The uncle, the guy paying you.”
“Phillip?” she asked, confused. She didn’t remember him being this hot at Fallon’s wedding. He was cute, but not to die for hot if she remembered correctly, but this man was fucking gorgeous.
“The one and only,” he said, sending her a grin that made her kitten clench. She mentally smacked sense into herself as her brows came together, pinning him with an annoyed look. Like he pointed out, he was the guy that was paying her, also the guardian of her student, and her brother-in-law’s best friend. That meant there was no fucking way in hell she was touching him. Not even with a ten-foot pole, no matter how much her kitten was purring for him.
“Phillip, get out, you’re wasting my time with her,” Claire said, thankfully causing him to look at her.
“All right, I’m going, jeez,” he complained as he left the room. Reaching the door, he looked back at Reese and flashed a panty-dropping grin. “See you around, Reese.”
Fuck, even the way he said her name felt like he was fucking her. Ack! What the hell was this? She wasn’t attracted to him before, so why the hell was she one second from humping his leg? What had changed? She racked her brain, trying to figure out what was different now from two years earlier. She couldn’t find anything, but then it all came to her—she was still convinced that Kevin was going to come back for her. He never did, obviously, which accounted for her current sleep-with-any-man-athon. Well, that sucked. She should have slept with him when she had the chance.
Phillip was pissed. He had been excited about watching Claire dance since she said she was going to start training with Reese. He had even skipped going home to shower after a long plane ride home from California, just to come up to the studio to catch a glimpse. But, of course, Claire was in a mood and kicked him out. When was the girl not in a mood? Things had been tense but at the same time, she was adjusting. At least, he hoped she was. He would know for sure in the next week. He had a streak of home games, which meant they’d be together for the next week. This was good, because he had missed her and was excited about spending some time with her.