“You don’t have to deny yourself for me,” he told her, nodding at her mild drink.
“It’s all I need right now. I confess I have a nervous stomach.”
“About this date?” he asked.
“A little,” she replied.
She was looking at him as a man, not a teacher, seeing his slightly graying hair, his strong well-exercised body, and his vibrant eyes, all as things that attracted her to him in a very carnal way.
“You shouldn’t be,” he said. “We’re almost on an equal level now, with you moving on to the City Ballet.”
“That isn’t want you thought on Monday.” She almost regrettably reminded him of the rude punishment that had taken place then.
“You deserved it, but there will be a time when I won’t have that power over you,” he said.
It was strange for her to be regretting that eventuality. What a
