Sasche had the hanger with her new dress over her shoulder as she stepped back into the dance studio. She still had two or three clients left that evening and couldn't cancel them. She didn't expect Jake to be there.
"How was your shopping?" He smiled broadly from a darkened studio lit with hundreds of candles.
"Jake...? What... I have clients coming in."
"Nah, Melissa helped me reschedule them for tomorrow and later this week. You're free for the rest of the evening." He slid past her, taking the garment bag from her and laying it gently over the barre behind her. He then went and locked the front door.
Sasche stared open mouthed at the studio. When had he done all this?
Jake snuck up behind her and put his hands on her hips lightly. She jumped, then took a deep breath as he slid around in front of her. "C'mon..." he whispered and led her among the candles to a spread out blanket on the hardwood floor. There was a basket there and two plates on the blanket along with two wine glasses and a bouquet of fresh flowers.
"Jake... what is all this?"
"Our dinner." He smiled and sat down on the floor.
"You.. you did all this? Why?" She couldn't help but feel incredibly flattered and wowed as she sat down on the blanket with him.
"Something different I guess. Private, all to ourselves, no waiters or other loud guests to make things strange."
Sasche just shook her head and laughed. She was really beginning to like Jake and the way he treated her.
Dinner went smoothly like it had the night before. They talked for hours and wound up laid back on the floor facing each other. Perhaps it was one too many glasses of the crisply sweet white wine or the soft glow of the candles, but Sasche knew she was falling for this guy. Out of nowhere he walked into her life and now she was getting in over her head.
"Are you busy this Sunday evening?"
"Hm?"
"Sunday. Are you busy? I have a formal ball to attend that night and I'd be the luckiest man there if you were with me." He smiled and inched forward.
Sasche smiled, then sighed and looked down. It was a reaction that Jake didn't miss. "Something wrong?"
"Yes. I'd love to, but I'm already going somewhere with my brother. He asked me this morning. I'm sorry Jake. I would have loved to have been your date."
"Hey, it's alright Sasha. We're still on for Saturday, right?"
"You got it. I can't wait. Jake..." She grinned as he'd inched a bit closer to her.
"Yes Sasha?"
"You're coming awfully close..." She noticed he was a mere inch from her nose. And having the mile wide hellion streak she did, Sasche closed that inch and locked her lips against his.
Jake wasn't surprised, he'd been angling to get a kiss for the last 10 minutes. He tilted his head to the side and inched closer to her. His tongue slid past her lips easily and coaxed her tongue between his own lips. He felt her purr at the same time he heard it. A soft sensual sound from the base of her throat. Sasche's eyes had slid closed the moment her lips met his. One hand slid up to cup his cheek as his head tilted. Her fingers closed into a fist in his hair, pulling his mouth tighter against hers. Jake's hand slid down her arm to her ribs and then down over her waist. This felt just as good as the hug last night at her apartment... but it was just so much hotter.
Sasche shifted her weight and pulled him over so that he was half on top of her and slid her other arm around his shoulders. Jake broke the kiss and pushed up, looking into her eyes for a moment. His eyes seemed to ask her if this was what she wanted... and when she smiled softly up at him, he lowered his head down to the curve of her throat.
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"How was your shopping?" He smiled broadly from a darkened studio lit with hundreds of candles.
"Jake...? What... I have clients coming in."
"Nah, Melissa helped me reschedule them for tomorrow and later this week. You're free for the rest of the evening." He slid past her, taking the garment bag from her and laying it gently over the barre behind her. He then went and locked the front door.
Sasche stared open mouthed at the studio. When had he done all this?
Jake snuck up behind her and put his hands on her hips lightly. She jumped, then took a deep breath as he slid around in front of her. "C'mon..." he whispered and led her among the candles to a spread out blanket on the hardwood floor. There was a basket there and two plates on the blanket along with two wine glasses and a bouquet of fresh flowers.
"Jake... what is all this?"
"Our dinner." He smiled and sat down on the floor.
"You.. you did all this? Why?" She couldn't help but feel incredibly flattered and wowed as she sat down on the blanket with him.
"Something different I guess. Private, all to ourselves, no waiters or other loud guests to make things strange."
Sasche just shook her head and laughed. She was really beginning to like Jake and the way he treated her.
Dinner went smoothly like it had the night before. They talked for hours and wound up laid back on the floor facing each other. Perhaps it was one too many glasses of the crisply sweet white wine or the soft glow of the candles, but Sasche knew she was falling for this guy. Out of nowhere he walked into her life and now she was getting in over her head.
"Are you busy this Sunday evening?"
"Hm?"
"Sunday. Are you busy? I have a formal ball to attend that night and I'd be the luckiest man there if you were with me." He smiled and inched forward.
Sasche smiled, then sighed and looked down. It was a reaction that Jake didn't miss. "Something wrong?"
"Yes. I'd love to, but I'm already going somewhere with my brother. He asked me this morning. I'm sorry Jake. I would have loved to have been your date."
"Hey, it's alright Sasha. We're still on for Saturday, right?"
"You got it. I can't wait. Jake..." She grinned as he'd inched a bit closer to her.
"Yes Sasha?"
"You're coming awfully close..." She noticed he was a mere inch from her nose. And having the mile wide hellion streak she did, Sasche closed that inch and locked her lips against his.
Jake wasn't surprised, he'd been angling to get a kiss for the last 10 minutes. He tilted his head to the side and inched closer to her. His tongue slid past her lips easily and coaxed her tongue between his own lips. He felt her purr at the same time he heard it. A soft sensual sound from the base of her throat. Sasche's eyes had slid closed the moment her lips met his. One hand slid up to cup his cheek as his head tilted. Her fingers closed into a fist in his hair, pulling his mouth tighter against hers. Jake's hand slid down her arm to her ribs and then down over her waist. This felt just as good as the hug last night at her apartment... but it was just so much hotter.
Sasche shifted her weight and pulled him over so that he was half on top of her and slid her other arm around his shoulders. Jake broke the kiss and pushed up, looking into her eyes for a moment. His eyes seemed to ask her if this was what she wanted... and when she smiled softly up at him, he lowered his head down to the curve of her throat.
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