THE TEASE
Dominic
I stepped into the elevator at exactly 5:58 a.m. like I always did. Charcoal suit on, watch on my wrist, mind already running through the day’s meetings. I hit the button for the gym floor and leaned back against the wall. Same routine. Same control.
The doors opened on the mezzanine and she walked in.
Lyric.
She had on tight black dance leggings and a cropped hoodie that showed a bit of her stomach. Her locs were up in a messy twist. She smelled like citrus and warm skin. She looked right at me and smiled.
“Morning, Mr. Control Freak,” she said. “Still acting like the world will end if you’re two minutes late?”
I looked at her. “Some of us have real work to do, Lyric. Not everyone gets to dance around for a living.”
She laughed, loud and easy. “Dancing pays my b
