Chapter 4

As we were riding up in the elevator I was leaning against the wall and had a random thought…Mark was watching me and I said, "Yea know…the counsel at ABC would die if they ever saw me with someone like you…I swear they are nothing but a bunch of overstuffed, under intellectuals that don't know how to have a good time…"

I sighed and continued, "Bad enough I can't even dance for them anymore…they want to make my life a living hell until I'm 31…I'll be like the damn crypt keeper by then…I won't be able to find a guy to marry…31 and having kids…that thought just scares me."

Mark lifted his eyebrow and said, "ABC?" I curtsied and said, "American Ballet Company of New York City." Mark said, "You're a ballet instructor?" I said, "I used to be a ballerina…"

I got quiet and my voice dropped and said, "But I'm not anymore." Mark said, "Why not?" I said, "Imperfections…that happened in my life…so when I was left with nothing else…they asked me to teach…I'd been dancing since I was 3…I started going to school there when I was 12…That place is a huge part of my life…so of course I said yes."

Mark said, "Why do you let them get to you like this?" I said, "I don't let them get to me…they just do. I really need to go out more often…I never realized how stressful teaching 4, 5 & 6 year olds could be…But of course with your schedule I can't imagine the stress you have of traveling so damn much."

Mark said, "Nah, Stress really isn't that bad…the only thing that is really stressful is, after a long night of getting your ass beat or beating someone's ass, the next morning you have an autograph signing…where you've got a headache the size of brazil and the fans just seem to keep coming…like a never ending stream. I love my fans…but sometimes…they make me crazy."

I said, "Damn you know what…we both have insane jobs…let's just agree that every time you come back into town that we'll get together, get drunk and have the wildest sex night of our life."

Mark smirked (damn he's too sexy when he does that) and said, "I think that's an excellent idea."

The elevator dinged and we were on the 6th floor…Mark waited for me to walk out and then followed me out and grabbed my hand as we walked down to his room…and closed the door.