He crossed his arms over his chest, his black cotton shirt stretching over his broad shoulders and lean, muscular arms. “You do not feel, Gloria. And because you do not feel, I cannot teach you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You take the lessons but you do not experience what you are doing. Tell me, why do you want to learn to dance the salsa?”
“What does it matter, why I want to learn?”
“I want to know what is in your heart.”
“My heart? What the hell does my heart have to do with it?”
Eduardo shook his head, as if confronted with a misbehaving child. “There’s no need to curse, Gloria.”
“You call that cursing? Trust me, when I get to cursing, you’ll know.”
“When you asked me to teach you to dance the salsa, I made it quite clear that if you were not serious about it, I would not waste my time teaching you.”
Gloria clenched her hands. “I am serious. Why do you keep saying I?
??m not?”
He tapped her on her forehead. “You are not here when we dance. Your thoughts are elsewhere.”
No shit, Gloria thought. Her thoughts were definitely elsewhere. For example, in bed with Eduardo as he thrust with what she imagined was a most delicious cock inside her, at the beach with Eduardo, waves washing over them as they fucked, on a—”
“There you go again. Daydreaming.”
Gloria focused back on Eduardo’s face. The smoldering dark eyes framed by thick black lashes, the classically sculpted face, the sensual lips. Why did he have to be so goddamn gorgeous? And how in hell was she supposed to concentrate on dancing when all she could think about was being naked with him, his long brown limbs wrapped around her, his thick, long cock (and, yes, she had no doubt it was thick and it was long) pumping steadily inside her hot, juicy cunt.
“I’m not daydreaming.”
“This is not going to work,” he said.
“What?”
“I am not going to waste my time teaching you, Gloria.”
“But…I’ve paid you—”
“I will return your money.”
“Why?”
He touched her forehead and then moved his hand, lightly touching her chest. Her nipples tingled. “In your head and in your heart, you are not here. I cannot teach you.”
“You are such a pompous ass,” Gloria blurted out, her sexual frustration finally lashing out as anger.
His eyes widened. “Pompous?”
“Yes, pompous. Why do you have to make such a big deal out of everything?” She waved her hand at the other instructors who, along with their students, were staring at her and Eduardo. She didn’t care. “They don’t make such a big deal out of it. They’re just having fun.”
“Fun?” Eduardo nodded as if something had been confirmed for him. “If that is what you want, only to have fun, perhaps you’d be better off with one of them.”
“Fine. Maybe I would.”
“I’ll see that your money is returned.”
He walked away and Gloria, despite her disappointment and anger, couldn’t help noticing what a nice ass he had.