Dance Like Nobody's Watching (2 page)

The white elastic pouch of his jock strap filled her vision.
For a moment she was rendered speechless. Once her mind refocused, Sherrie ducked
her head and helped him step out of the pants before scurrying over to her
chair to work on them. Ty kept his back to the wall, folding his hands loosely
over his groin out of politeness rather than embarrassment she guessed. But
he’d forgotten about the mirror behind him. Sherrie bit into her bottom lip when
her gaze landed on the reflection of his tautly muscled ass.

“So, do you like it?”

Sherrie’s gaze flew up to his.
Had
he noticed where her eyes
had been?
“Excuse me?”

“
Strictly Dancing
—how
do you like working on the show?”

She chuckled, relieved. “Oh, the show…it’s great.”

A twinkle appeared in his eyes. “And my ass? Do you like
that too?”

A full bodied, uninhibited laugh tore from her throat. Ty
joined in, unfolding his hands and placing them on the counter behind him,
seeming to enjoy her response.

“Thank God for that,” he said. Sherrie frowned, unsure what
he meant. “This is the first time I’ve seen you truly relax since you got here,”
he added.

She smiled. “It’s all a bit new to me, but all of the larger-than-life
characters and fake glamour actually appeal to my perverse sense of humor.”
Oh shit
. She hoped he didn’t think she
was talking about him.

Ty appeared not to have heard her anyway. “Well, you should
laugh more often. It’s very sexy.”

Forcing herself to remain calm and stick to the matter at
hand, Sherrie was also well-aware that his eyes were still on her and it made
her nervous all over again. Suddenly, she wished she’d made more of an effort
on her appearance, as tight jeans and a scruffy t-shirt were what she usually
wore.

“There, all done,” she announced, handing the garment to him
and turning her back as he put it on.

“Okay, I’m decent,” he said, then chuckled when she turned
to face him. “Thanks.”

Obviously, giving him privacy to dress wasn’t necessary,
considering her teeth had already been against his cup. She blushed from the
vivid recollection. “No problem.”

He paused by the door, as if he wanted to say something. Sherrie
waited for him to speak but Ty simply continued to stare at her with an
unreadable expression on his face. She held her breath as his gaze suddenly glanced
down to the rest of her body, pausing for a split second on the way back up.
She almost felt his gaze when it lingered on her nipples, and she didn’t need
to look to know they were hard and probably visible through her thin t-shirt.

Unable to simply stand still as his eyes took a bold
assessment of her body, Sherrie looked down towards the trousers she’d just
repaired, checking that her stitches would hold. They were more than okay. The
seam at Ty’s groin was now managing to successfully restrain the beginnings of
a hard-on. She pursed her lips as the cup protecting his package visibly pushed
further out, and she wondered if it was painful for a man to sport an erection
in a handful of plastic.

He cleared his throat. “I didn’t get your name.”

Her gaze flew back up to his and she realized he’d caught
her staring. “Sherilyn…Sherrie,” she corrected.

“Well,
Sherrie
,”
he said, putting a sexy emphasis on the word, “I’m not gonna be able to go back
out there like this am I?” He gestured down towards his swollen groin but she
didn’t flinch, staring resolutely into his eyes despite the urge to allow
herself just one more look. “So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna need to be alone
for a minute.”

“What are you going to do?”

Ty’s raucous laugh made her blush again.
What a moronic thing to ask a man with an
erection.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do
that
. I just need a moment to compose myself and it won’t happen
with you standing there with that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“Like you either want to rip my clothes off or have me do it
to you.” His eyelids dropped, shading his beautiful green eyes as he stared at
her nipples once more. Sherrie’s body reacted to the uncensored heat in his
gaze, her groin pulsing with a need that almost made her moan aloud.

Sherrie raised a brow. “Are you always this blunt?”

“No. Not usually, but then I’m not usually this turned-on
without the time to do something about it either.”

“Ty!” Someone called from the hall beyond her door.

“I’ll tell them you’ll be ready in a minute,” she said,
finally spurred into action. She’d stood frozen like a rabbit in the headlights
until the interruption, unsure of what her next move should be. The desire to
see just how far things would go almost won out over her intention to keep her
cool…and her job.

He didn’t move out of her way at first, forcing her to slide
past him in the narrow doorway. For a brief moment, Ty’s bulge grazed her hip
and the warmth of his breath fanned her cheek. She almost paused, unwilling to
end the contact…until she saw Baz bearing down on them with a furious look on
his face.

“What the hell is going on?”

Sherrie ignored Baz’s withering look as she pushed Ty
further back into the room and out of the director’s line of sight. She shut the
door.

“How long does it take to sew up a pair of pants?” Baz
demanded.

“They…they were more damaged than they seemed at first,” she
said quickly. “He’s just putting them back on.”

Baz looked as if he didn’t believe her but she knew that he
didn’t have time to stand and argue. “Well, there’s no reason for you both to
be here. Gloria needs one of her straps sewn back on.” He turned on his heel to
walk away, then paused with an irritated glare when he realized she wasn’t
behind him. With a frustrated crook of his finger, the director gestured for
her to follow.
 

Sherrie’s body moved to the command but her mind stayed in
the room with the delicious dancer. Just how far would he have gone? How far
would she have let him go?

* * * *

Images of Ty branded her mind as she tried in vain to get to
sleep later that night. The depressingly small room in the tiny apartment she’d
rented—until she could afford something better—seemed to crowd in on her.

She tossed and turned, unable to force herself to sleep.

Sherrie blew out a frustrated sigh. She would have to
relieve the tension aching between her legs since she’d had her hands on Ty’s beautiful
thighs earlier. Reaching into the bedside drawer, she retrieved her little
battery-powered friend. It was no substitute for the real thing—especially not
Ty’s impressive package—but it was all she had and it would have to do. Relaxing
into the pulsating sensation emanating through her clit when she pressed the
vibrator against her heated flesh, images began to flash through her mind. Even
though she wasn’t a character in the fantasy, Sherrie watched as Ty and someone
who looked like her made out on a pile of sequined, vibrantly colored clothing,
laying on the floor of a cramped dressing room. The woman in her vision waited
with baited breath for the first touch of his mouth when Ty’s head dipped
between her legs.

Moving her hand down to her inner thighs, Sherrie fondled
herself the way she wanted him to.
God!

In her mind, she imagined how he would look when he came. How
his gorgeous face would contort as he jerked into her roughly, embedding
himself even more deeply inside her. She envisioned his perfect teeth biting
into his full lower lip…the sweat beading on his brow as the muscles of his
taut abdomen quivered. The first stirrings of an orgasm hit her then, fading
away briefly before coming on stronger than before, her body responding to the
image of him bucking and groaning beneath her.

Scrambling to move the sheet out of the way, she managed to
slip a finger inside her pussy just before she quivered in climax. She wished
it was his finger, imagining how good it would feel as it slid into her. The
extra stimulation triggered her orgasm faster and harder than expected. Sherrie
threw her head back and cried out into the darkness, gasping for breath after
the climax rendered her breathless.

Flopping down onto the bed as the shattering tremors finally
subsided, she laughed. She bet Ty would love knowing she masturbated over him. As
much as she liked him, she didn’t doubt for one minute he’d been toying with
her earlier. Ty seemed like the kind of guy who liked to see the effect he had
on women. It was all probably a game to him. Sherrie knew she could never let
her guard slip by revealing her feelings. Ty would probably get her fired…and
Baz would have a field day.

She settled down to sleep with a smile on her face, enjoying
the fantasy of what she’d do with Ty. If she ever was fired, she’d want to
fulfill her desire. Baz would probably handle her dismissal with a victorious
grin and a big bag of sequins and some glue.

And maybe a few feathers.

Chapter Two

Sherrie didn’t get the opportunity to speak with Ty again
for several days, even though she was at the studio constantly and on set for
the two show tapings on Saturday and Sunday. Besides the occasional hot look Ty
threw her way, nothing much happened.

The show was coming to the end of its six week run and
everyone was insanely busy working on the final show, including the wardrobe
department. She’d spent much of her last day on set ensconced in the designer’s
room with the staff —all hands on deck to finish the costumes in time. Ty,
along with the other dancers and celebrities were buried in rehearsals in one
part of the building while in another, caterers and musicians began to gather
and prepare for the after-show season finale party. The tradition started
during the early years of the show’s history and Sherrie was excited about it. If
what the other girls told her was true, it would be a fun night.

But fun was the last thing on her mind as she watched from
the wings later in the day, when Ty performed a spirited Paso Doble. Sherrie’s
throat constricted again as he threw his partner to the floor, and then grabbed
her hand to drag her a little way across the polished surface, the way a
Matador would his cape. The dance ended with Ty straddling the woman while her
hand clasped his tree-trunk of a thigh. Sherrie wished it was her beneath him,
her hands mere inches from his cock, face upturned and waiting for his next
move.

She snapped out of her reverie when a shout resounded from
backstage. The dancers needed help preparing for the finale and despite her
best efforts, she didn’t see Ty again before she left the studio.
 

Even after rushing home from work as soon as she could get away,
it still took ages to get ready. Sherrie had never been to a gala where
celebrities and ballroom stars would be mingling, and nothing in her wardrobe could
be considered fit for such an occasion. After an hour of tearing her clothing
out of cupboards and drawers, she reluctantly went back to her first choice. The
ankle length shift in basic black was too figure-hugging, and God only knew why
she’d bought it—but it was clean, new, and she had nothing else to wear. She
put it on and didn’t bother to look at her reflection, knowing she’d change her
mind if she did.

There was no time to fix her hair in a dramatic up-do, so
she quickly ran a brush through it. The chunky silver earrings she’d chosen
complimented the outfit and without a second thought of her appearance, Sherrie
headed out into the night.

* * * *

Sherrie’s mouth dropped open as she walked into the ballroom
set at the studio. The head of the costume department warned her it would be
glam, but nothing could’ve prepared her for such opulence. The place was
crammed with beautiful people, many of whom she recognized from the small
screen.

She made her way past all of the glamorous people, feeling
totally out of place, and searched desperately for her colleagues. Finally, she
came upon the table reserved for the costume department and took a seat on the
only empty chair remaining—next to her friend Grace. Her colleague was older
than Sherrie and the nearest thing she had to a friend at work.

“Will the dancers be here?” Sherrie asked.

 
“Oh, for sure.” Grace
smiled and gave Sherrie a nudge. “Why, who are you looking for, as if I didn’t
know?”

Sherrie tried to keep her voice neutral. “I don’t know what
you mean.”

Grace chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Okay, honey, whatever
you say. But just in case you
are
interested, Ty, Diana and the others are performing an exhibition dance later.”

Shit!
If Grace could spot her
attraction for Ty, she wondered who else took notice. The good news that he
would be around later on was dampened by the knowledge that Diana would be
there too. On the surface, the young English woman seemed to be nothing more
than his professional dance partner, but the gossip was rife about a
relationship between them, albeit a love/hate one. The tall, willowy blond
could just as easily be a prima ballerina, and her delicate frailty was the
perfect foil for Ty’s raw masculinity. The press and public speculated
constantly about the chemistry Ty and Diana produced on the dance floor, as if
unable to believe that the intensity between them didn’t come from a romantic
connection.