Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,5

and took a deep breath. Looking out at the large dance floor, I smiled to myself. My body buzzed with anticipation.

Pulling the remote from the pocket in the back of my sweatpants, I pressed play, my smile widening when the sensual beat thumped through the speakers in the corners of the large room. The bass was hard, heavy, and it drummed into my heart. It made every nerve ending inside me, tingle with delight.

Stepping onto the dance floor, I stood in front of the mirror and let the music take me away. It controlled my moves like invisible strings hanging from my limbs. The music was the master, and I was its ever-willing puppet.

Several songs later, I was panting and wiping the sweat off my face when my phone rang. I took a couple of deep breaths to ease my racing heart and went to my phone. My eyes widened when I saw who was calling me.

“Hey,” I greeted. “What’s up?”

“What’s wrong?” Vincent Junior asked me without even giving me a hi back.

My stomach tumbled. How he always knew when something was wrong was beyond me. Add to the fact that he always seemed to call me at the most awkward time.

After our one night together before he went off to school, we had been talking non-stop. He got his degree quickly and now that he was home, we hadn’t met up yet. Not by ourselves anyway.

Rumors had gone around that when he was done school, he was going to come for me but that hadn’t happened, and he had been home for almost a month.

“Gigi?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” I pulled the cap off a bottle of water and took a long swig.

“You sure?” he gritted out. “You sound like you just had your brains fucked out,” he said, his voice a little harsh.

I coughed, choking on the water. “I was practicing, if you must know.” Was he jealous? “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. It is my business.” He chuckled. “So, you’re at the studio?”

“I am.” My heart stuttered. Clearing my throat, I sat on the floor, put the phone on speaker and placed it on the ground beside me so I could stretch.

“What are you doing now?”

“Stretching.” I smiled, shaking my head.

“Interesting.” His voice lowered.

“What do you want, Vince?” Not that I was complaining that he called me when he had been calling me every day for as long as I could remember but something was up with him tonight.

“How was your day?” he asked the same question he always asked every time he called.

“Not too bad. I wrote a new routine.” One that I hoped I could share with him eventually. But there was something off between us. A wall of some sort and I had no idea if it was him or me that put it up, but I couldn’t seem to crack my way through it.

“What kind of routine?”

I bent forward at the middle, rested my head against my shins, and grabbed on to the bottom of my feet. “A sexy one.” I waited for him to comment and when he didn’t, I continued. “I have an adult class coming up and wanted something fun for them. The one woman is getting married and her maid of honor said that it would be exciting to dance. And it also gives them a good workout before they spend the night drinking. I’ll even have wine for them here.”

“That does sound fun, Gigi. You should do that for my sister. If they ever decide to get married that is.”

“They will.” I laughed. “I think they want to wait for Jaron and Piper to be able to make it.” Our two friends had been through hell when Jaron saved Piper from a monster. Jaron ended up in jail and they had been struggling ever since. None of us knew at the time that Piper was actually pregnant either. We were all hoping and praying that he would get out soon so he could be with his family.

“Makes sense.”

I thought a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Always, Queenie.”

“What are we doing?” I sat upright. “I mean, nothing’s happened since your…since we…” I coughed. “And you’ve been home for a few weeks already. I haven’t even seen you, except for at your welcome home party.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway. I was just wondering.”

“I’m trying to get things in order. Working with my dad has taken up a lot of my time and I also