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only a second. “What?”
    “While you were sitting there daydreaming about her and ignoring me, I actually asked someone.”
    Greg straightened in his chair. “Was this before or after you asked this woman out for drinks?”
    Drew looked at him like he was dumb. “Before.”
    He opened his mouth to reply when the studio door opened. Yvonne wore a long shirt, one sleeve hung lower on her shoulder. The gray shirt had worn edges and she'd topped it off with black tights and running shoes. She also wore her hair in a bun. Yvonne should have looked like the rest of the women in the class, but to him she was beautiful. He could feel the stares on them. By now all the women would know why he was here.
    Yvonne frowned and then let her gaze scan the room. When she got to him, her smile said, “The things I'm going to do to you later.”
    He approved of the smile so he leaned back and crossed his arms. “Good to see you.”
    She slipped her gym bag off her shoulder, walking toward him. “How many places did you get kicked out of for looking like a creeper?”
    He gestured his thumb toward his cousin. “That's why he's here.”
    “Drew, I assume. The charmer.” She offered her hand. His cousin took it, his expression unreadable.
    “Nice to finally meet you.”
    Her gaze drifted back to Greg's. “Do you often take your cousin when you're hunting down women?”
    He had for many years. Not exactly something he was proud of. “Figured he could smooth over any ruffled feathers.”
    She lifted a brow. “Safe answer.”
    “True answer,” he threw back.
    She glanced at Drew and then shook her head. “You could have just come to the shop.”
    “Yeah.”
    She bit her lip. “Well, settle in. Class is about an hour long. By the end of it, I'll be sweaty and gross. You can ask me out for a drink and pretend you don't find the sight of me drenched in sweat unappealing.”
    He let his gaze roam from her breasts to her legs. Those tights left almost nothing to the imagination. Her ass was firm but he had no doubt it would be as soft as her breasts. So Yvonne drenched in sweat... yeah . “Not likely.”
    Her eyes widened. “Well...” she sounded breathless and then turned to move to the rest of the dancers.
    Drew whistled. “You just eye-fucked the dog shit out of her. I think my work here is done, because you're probably going to do it the entire hour.”
    Greg snorted and clasped his hands behind his head to settle in for the show. “Probably. Catch up with you later?”
    “I know that look. I will see you in about a month.”
    He gave his cousin a sharp look. “What?”
    “Nothing. Happy hunting.”
    He frowned at his cousin's back and then let his attention stray to Yvonne. She'd taken off her shirt and wore a glorified sports bra. That left her stomach bare. Her brown skin almost looked golden under the florescent lights. She was fit and lush and in a glorified sports bra.
    The next hour was going to be pure torture. He shifted in the chair to get more comfortable and waited for the torment to begin.
    *****
    To Yvonne's surprise, her friend Jessica waited five full minutes before she moved next to her on the barre. Her friend had actually given her time to put on her pointe shoes sans an interrogation.
    Jessica's dark locks were pinned into a sloppy bun. Sweat or no sweat, she wore waterproof mascara and a touch of lipstick. The former gave her brown eyes a doe-like quality. The rich plum shade of lipstick only highlighted her dark-toned skin.
    “So who’s this tall, dark and handsome stranger?” The words were clipped and as always Jessica's voice sounded husky.
    A client , Yvonne started to reply but he was more than that by now. “A man who kissed my lips off yesterday.” Yvonne grinned when Jessica lost her balance.
    She continued to stretch and gave her friend time to come up with a suitable reply. “Okay,” Jessica said. “So why is this the first time I'm hearing about him?”
    “I've been busy. We just