Leaning back in his seat, he ignored the text from Claire asking him not to worry about it as he waited for Reese’s class to get out. He could feel the parents’ eyes on him, but he wasn’t worried about them. He was bubbling with anger and ready for a fight. Reese had better have good reason for not listening to him. They slept together for fuck’s sake. That awarded him at least some respect from her, didn’t it? Letting out an annoyed breath, he tried to check his Facebook, liking his friends’ statuses as he waited. Finally, the door opened and girls spilled out, giggling and sweaty as they headed towards their parents. As he watched people clear out, he waited for Reese to come out, but she never did, so he got up and went towards the studio room.
When he entered the doorway, he found her moving slowly to some soft music. Her movements were like air, her arms moving with each beat before she raised her leg straight up, as if she were raising a feather. Swallowing loudly, he soon forgot why he was mad as he eyes ran up and down her beautifully sculpted leg. She really did have the best legs he had ever seen. Leaning to the side, she held herself there for a few moments before she finally looked up and noticed him.
An annoyed look came over her face before she dropped her leg and reached to shut the music off. Looking over at him again, she said, “What are you doing here?”
Clearing his throat, Phillip said, “Came to talk to you about the way things went down an hour ago.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she looked bored as she said, “I don’t know what there is to talk about.”
Glaring, Phillip put his hands on his hips. She was being rude, and it was pissing him off all over again.
“Why are you being like this?”
“Being like what?” she asked, mimicking his stance with her hands on her hips, jutting out her chest.
It took everything out of him not to stare at the two little pebbles that were her nipples but, somehow, he managed as he said, “You’re being rude. All I want to know is why we couldn’t work something out this afternoon. It wasn’t Claire’s fault; it was mine.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, her voice raising some. “Rules are rules, and they apply to the dancer and their families. She has to be here on time. That’s how I run things.”
“Well, the way you run things is bullshit! I came home on the red eye. I’m tired. I needed sleep. Can’t you give me a break here? You made her cry.”
Reese scoffed. “I didn’t make her cry. You made her cry for making her late. It wasn’t my fault… it’s yours.”
Phillip’s brows came together as he took a step towards her, his finger coming up to point at her. He had forgotten this side of her. His mind had been clouded with the amazing, awesomely sexy Reese that he had spent time with three days ago. Standing in front of him was the cold Reese from before. He decided that this Reese could kiss his ass.
“Get the hell off your high horse, Reese. All I’m asking for is a little slack here. You’d think with us sleeping together and ending on good terms, you would be a little easier to deal with, but just like before, you’re back to your bitchy ass self.”
A shocked look came over her face as she took a step towards him. Her body was only inches from his. He could smell her sweet scent, see that she wore no makeup, and yet, she still looked just as gorgeous as she did made up. With her head bent back so she could glare up, she yelled, “So because I’m not doing what you want, I’m a bitch? That’s not right. I have rules, rules you signed, and it doesn’t matter if you rocked my world on a couch… I stand by my rules. My rules make winners, and I am a winning studio! I’m not going to bend the rules because you ask me too. We fucked, that’s all, so get your head out of your ass and make sure she is on time.”
Out of all that, the only thing Phillip heard was that he rocked her world.