Cooper closed his eyes as he tried to stay focus and push out those last few numbers. He had come so close, too close to just quit. The more he worked out and the more positive results he noticed in his already sexy figure, the more he liked it. It was almost addictive but the pain and sweat was more than worth it every time he checked out those six packs in the mirror. 500 sit ups in one workout could be done, all he had to do was stick with it.

"496…497…498…499", he grunted, quivering all over as he struggled, more determined than ever to knock that last one out.

He opened his eyes as he came up one last time and was surprised to see the figure standing over him. His baby blues struggled to focus but all he could see ahead was tight spandex covering a very nice and very firm ass and leggings on quite a pair of sexy legs.

"500", she stated for him, smirk on her face.

He grinned and used a nearby towel to wipe his brow.

"Hello, Rachel. You know, we really have to stop meeting like this."

"Abs of steel, huh?" she teased, tossing him another towel as he stood.

"Something like that. And what brings you here?"

"It is the gym and I do work out. You've seen me around before but actually I came here to dance tonight."

"Hence the whole Irene Cara outfit."

"You making fun of me?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good", she teased. "Because dancing is hard work."

"I'm sure."

"Besides, it takes years of practice to be this good…and look this good."

She stretched her body, every toned curve of tanned skin on display in her tiny leotard. Cooper couldn't help but blush and look away as he smiled. How come all of a sudden the hottest women in his life were under the age of 18?

"There's no disputing that. You look great, Rachel."

"I know", she shrugged with confidence that touched a fine line with arrogance as she looked at her watch. "So come on. Let's get cracking. I don't have all night, you know."

"Come again?" he grinned.

"Oh you thought I was here for myself? I can dance at school anytime. I'm here for you today."

"Me?"

"You."

"May I ask why?" he folded his arms.

"You're still chaperoning the Formal, right?"

"Yeah."

"And most chaperones are usually parents or teachers."

"Okay…"

"You know, old people."

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Thanks. I plan on applying for my Social Security income tomorrow, by the way."

"You know what I mean. You're old, kind of, but still hot."

"Thank you…I think."

"Anyway, you need to have a one up on all the other chaperones. Every year they get out there trying to be all young and hip doing the dances I'm sure were popular like 100 years ago. So you're a nice guy and I can be a nice girl when I want to be so consider it my civic duty to save you from humiliation. So come on. I'll teach you a few moves created, let's say, this millennium and we'll take it from there."

"Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You came here to teach me to dance so I won't embarrass myself during the Electric Slide at your Formal?"

"This is worse than I thought", she rolled her eyes. "Do I have to hog tie you and drag you to the next room?"

Cooper scratched his head as his mischievous side took over.

"Actually, you don't. Lead the way."

She raised an eyebrow. It was easier than she thought, like taking candy from a baby. But she could certainly think of worst things to be doing opposed to bumping and grinding to music next to Cooper Lee's hot, sexy, sweaty body. The image alone made her mouth water, taking her to an imaginary wonderland that only jolted back to reality when her cell phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the all too familiar ring tone and she didn't even have to check the Caller ID.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, you", Mouth said, the happiness practically oozing from his voice as it did whenever he talked to his beloved girlfriend. "What are you up to?"

She looked around to make sure Cooper wasn't paying attention and when she saw him rifling through her stack of CDs, she turned her back and whispered into the phone.

"Nothing much, just dance routines and stuff, you know, working on my choreography."

"You work too hard as it."

"Practice makes perfect, babe."

"You're already perfect, Rach", he cooed.

"Thanks. Um, Mouth…"

"I know, I know. You're pretty busy so I'll let you get back to doing whatever you were doing."

She turned around and there was Cooper grinning at her.

"Okay. Um, yeah, I have to go…"

"You coming by later?"

"It might be a little late but we'll see, okay? Look, I have to go. I'll call you when I'm done."

"Okay. Love you."

"You too", she hung up.

She walked over and tossed her cell in her bag.

"Ready to work?" he smirked.

"I'm always ready, honey", she winked, putting in a hip hop mix.

The music started and the beat bumped loudly throughout the room.

"Rap fan, huh?"

"You know your music."

"I am an old timer, according to you but I try to keep up with the times."

Rachel licked her lips appreciatively.

"The question is, can you keep up with me?"

She walked onto the floor and began to sway her whole body seductively along with the flow of the song.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Depends…you up for it?"

Cooper looked around for a few seconds before making his way out to her in the center of the floor. Her eyes never left his as he stood as close as humanly possible. She could feel the heat from his mint tinged breath as he stared down at her.

"I'm always up for a challenge", he half whispered.

Never looking away, he backed up a few feet before busting his own move. Rachel watched intently, arms folded, look of satisfaction on her pretty face. He wasn't bad…actually he was pretty good. He had rhythm and he could definitely hold his own on the dance floor.

"Not bad", she shrugged when the music stopped.

"Is that all you got?" he grinned. "Personally, I thought it was pretty good."

"You were better than I thought."

"As long as I'm not the dorky old geezer with the two left feet embarrassing my nephew at his dance."

She thought for a minute.

"You'll do but don't get too ahead of yourself. You could still use some work."

"Practice makes perfect", he teased with his eyes.

"In that case we'll have to practice."

"Is that an offer?"

"You wish", she winked. "We'll see each other soon, I'm sure. I can help you with your moves."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What's that?"

"Mouth. You are his girlfriend, right?"

She tossed her flaming red locks.

"Nah but he's my boyfriend."

Cooper couldn't help but laugh. Rachel was quite the character.

"Cute, real cute. Look, if I see you around, then I'll see you around but uh…"

She could see him getting a little uncomfortable and she couldn't resist taking one more step into his personal space.

"What?"

"I am a lot older than you. Look, Rachel, it's cool and everything but I'm not looking for trouble."

She gave him a smile as she touched his arm.

"Neither am I but sometimes trouble just so happens to find you, or at least it does me. Anyway, if you want to hang out and dance some more, I think you know where to find me."

With that, she gathered her bag and CDs and with a sexy wink, sauntered out of the gym leaving an open mouthed Cooper. Sure Brooke was cool and he liked hanging out with her. They had a nice friendship. And Rachel was pretty cool too and he was sure the flirting and the sexy arrogance was just part of her act to get in people's head. He had it under control, after all, he was the adult and the girls, as nice as they were, were simply high school seniors. What was the worst that could happen?