Page 53 of Forbidden Dance
I don’t get a chance to respond, because his lips are on mine, hungry and demanding. I melt into him, our bodies separated by so little that I can feel each muscle, his hip bone. And before long, him erect between us.
“You make me so crazy,” he says, his hands tangled into my hair. “And you’re always in all this spandex.”
I laugh against his jaw. “I won’t be this afternoon.”
“Please tell me you’ll wear a skirt with no panties.”
I suck in a breath, shocked and excited by his sudden drop in gentlemanly manners. “Blitz!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, it’s just funny.”
He holds me tightly against him. “I’m going insane for you. Did you say you could see me this afternoon or did I dream it?”
“I think so,” I say. “I have some volunteer work, but I could leave early.” God, this has to work. I have so little time away.
“Tell me when and where and I’m there.” His hands run along my back and side, across my shoulder blades, as if he’s memorizing the terrain of my body. It’s distracting and makes it hard for me to breathe or think.
“Two o’clock,” I say, “at our dystopian park.”
“I’ll be there,” he says. Then, in a whisper, “And I expect no panties.”
He lets go of me and hands me the box. “I’ll text you on this so you have my number.”
My jaw drops. “Wait. You got this for me?”
“Who did you think it was for?” he says. “Open it up.”
My hands shake as I lift the lid. It’s a shiny gray phone. I press the side button and the screen flickers on.
“Let me put my number in it,” he says. He opens the contacts and types in his numbers. In the name he puts “Love slave.”
“Blitz!”
He laughs. “Text me right away so I’ll have the number for it. Promise?”
“I promise.” My eyes smart with tears for the second time today. “Thank you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Go to your lunch. I’ll see you in a few.”
We head out the door. The hallway is mostly quiet. One of the cameramen is pushing an equipment crate out of Studio 3.
He heads back into the room where Hannah waits. I wave and head on down the corridor, glad not to have been spotted by Danika. I shove the phone box in my string bag. I’ll have to ditch the packaging in the trash in the park on the way home, as Mom will notice that. And make sure it’s silenced.
The foyer is quiet. The makeup girls are packing their table and chairs and mirrors and boxes.
I push through the doors. When I’m past the parking lot, I pull out the phone and locate the texting feature. It’s a couple blocks of walking before I figure out what my first text to Blitz will be. My courage surges and my body feels hot as I type it.
Park. Check.
Skirt. Check.
Secret date. Check.
Panties? You’ll have to find out for yourself.
Chapter 19
