The Dance Teacher's Pet

Melanie's POV This was our third time at B's Ballroom Dance Studio, my Father had decided that he wanted to learn how to do the Hustle and the Swing but my Mom didn't want to learn with him, so he invited me to come to lessons with him; I wasn't going to say no to dance lessons since I really wanted to learn, plus it would be fun to spend time with my Dad. As it would happen there was a studio on the same block as the small ceramics shop I worked in, so we had decided to check it out. Erek's POV It was my first day as a new instructor at B's Ballroom Dance, standing in the long ballroom I check myself in the mirror, I'd been observing lessons all day long and taking notes, I really couldn't wait to get started on teaching myself. Stretching my arm for a moment I check my watch, nearly 9, my last lesson should be in here any moment; I glance down at my clipboard to see who I'll be watching, Dayna, and her new students, looks like it's their 3rd lesson, I smile, I love seeing people at the start of their dance journey. Melanie's POV Our teacher was a woman named Dayna, she was short, like me, with a sweet good natured face, she walked out into the lobby, "Are you guys ready?" She asks us, smiling and gesturing us to the ballroom. Nodding we stand and we walk in a line towards the dance floor, trailing behind I enter last, and I stumble for a moment as I almost stop in my tracks. "This is Erek," says Dayna, gesturing to him as we approach, "he's new, is it alright if he observes your lesson today?" "Sure." I hear my Dad answer from a long ways away, because I'm stunned by him standing there looking so, then he looks up and catches my eyes and I think my heart might stop. Erek's POV Her eyes are crystal blue and I think Dayna just introduced me but I can't speak so I just nod and hope I don't look as astonished as I feel. There's some kind of fire around my heart as I look in her eyes and I don't understand it, I look back at my clipboard with a swallow. Dayna is introducing them now and I vaguely hear her say their names, Hal and Melanie, and I register that I should probably nod again, why am I so flustered. I hear something about them being father and daughter and I hear myself ask, "for a wedding?" "No," responds Hal, I feel my eyebrows raise in surprise "I wanted to learn and her Mom wouldn't come with me" he laughs, I smile back, why am I so nervous. Dayna starts working on the rumba basic step with them, I try to seem collected as I watch. Melanie's POV Okay just don't look at him, don't look at him, I think to myself over and over, don't look at him, but he's so gorgeous, I know but try to focus on the dancing, 'come on this is easy' I argue with myself, just one, f**k he's watching me still, his eyes are so pretty he's gorg-, don't look at him, don't look at him I scold myself. Dayna is busy helping my Dad as we move thru a basic box step, it's so easy it gives me time to ponder him, what is this energy he has? Why is he like a magnet? I wonder to myself. I chance a glance at him again and he's writing on his clipboard and I get a moment to examine him, he's taller then me by about a head, he's stocky with strong arms and legs, he stands straight with perfect posture, his hair is long on the top and pulled back into a tiny bun at the top of his head, I follow the barber blend down to his strong jawline, and he looks up at me with those milk chocolate eyes against his carmel skin, and there's a fire around my heart, I swallow nervously and look away. Erek's POV I'm lucky it's my job to be watching her right now, I smile slightly as she sneaks another glance at me, I don't look away from her and she looks back at the floor, 'looking at the floor, something I can fix' I think to myself, I can't wait to get my hands on her, she takes direction well, and I wonder wryly if she'd take direction well in the bedroom too; I grin to myself as dark thoughts flash across my mind. She's not out of shape, her legs and arms are strong, she's stocky like me, her wavy brown hair falls over her gorgeous t**s, I'm honestly struggling not to stare at them, and I suddenly ponder how my c**k would feel pressed between them, a shiver runs up my body, 'f**k focus dude' I tell myself. Melanie's POV I'm barely aware of the lesson at this point, she's taking my Dad thru the steps we learned last week, really I'd gotten them after the first few tries last week, but I would expect myself to be more coordinated, I used to figure skate when I was a teenager. The mantra of, 'don't look at him' continues in my mind as I walk thru an underarm turn and sneak another look at him, before quickly turning away, when I turn back I see him writing on his clipboard again and I find myself examining his strong hands, I bet he'd have no trouble pinning me down with them, I bite my lip and look away as I feel a heat rise up my body. Erek's POV Poor thing she looks so bored, she's still got a lot to learn but she's clearly not benefiting at this point, I keep my mouth shut but I'm dying to give her technical advice, and I know I want her as my student. I give a small evil laugh in my mind, the way she's looking back at me, she'll be my little teachers pet in no time, and I feel a heat in my body as the image of her underneith me flashes across my mind, my body tenses for a moment and I let out a slow breath. I keep taking notes, but I'm struggling to not focus on her, her legs, that ass, f**k I'm in trouble here, focus. Melanie's POV The lesson ends and after trying and failing to not look at him again, I walk out of the ballroom to the lobby, I realize I left my water bottle and I turn around to get it, Erek is coming towards me and we brush shoulders as we pass, and I stop and turn to look at him surprised, because it was like an electric shock, and he's stopped to look at me too, equally confused. Our eyes search eachothers faces for a moment, "I like your eye shadow" he says in a soft voice, "Thank you" I say automatically, and I continue to stare at him for a moment, until he smiles and turns away. I walk to the ballroom to get my water, confused and intrigued, why do I need to know everything about him yet I feel like I already know. Erek's POV I could palm myself in the forhead, it was the first compliment I could think of, it was so strange, was it a static shock? Ones things for sure I better find out if, "Are you coming to beginner group class tomorrow night?" I ask Hal, Dayna interjects, "Yea it's Hustle and Swing you should!" Melanie walks back in, "Well I suppose we better since those are the dances I really want to learn" laughs Hal, he seems good natured. "Yes I was planning to invite you," says Dayna, her tone a bit more business, "it's at 7:30 tomorrow night." "Who's teaching it?" my head snaps to Melanie as I hear her ask, "I am" I answer cooly, looking her in the eyes, she smiles "Oh, Cool." I smile as she looks at me innocently, I smirk as she turns away, I bet she's not as innocent as she looks. Melanie's POV I scoff in my own mind 'cool' I couldn't think of any other words he just stuns me with those eyes. I walk to get my bag from the bench in the lobby, "Well we'll see you guys tomorrow then," my Dad smiles, "are you ready to go?" He asks me, "Yes" but I hesitate for a moment, I don't want to leave his space, his energy, it's already like a drug being around him and I don't want to go, but the studio is closing for the night, I follow my Dad from the studio, finding solice in the fact that we'll be back tomorrow, and I'll get to be in his class, but his energy, why do I need it? Erek's POV As I watch her leave I suddenly feel desperate for her not to go, and as the door closes behind her I feel a strange shift in my energy, as though a part of me is suddenly missing. "So how was your first day?" I hear Dayna asking me, "Huh, oh it was good, I'm uh, really excited to get started" damn it I'm still a bit flustered, I smile like I'm just nervous. I turn to the office to get out of my shoes so I can go home, pondering the end of my day, counting the hours to 7:30 tomorrow.