AsYa (TS): His Beautiful Dancer *UPDATED* LAST PART pg.28 - Page 6

Hey all hope you enjoy this update. I changed the name of the three-shot from "His Sexy Dancer" to "His Beautiful Dancer" minor change. Enjoy! 😉

TWO

Zoya couldn't believe this man. Gosh she'd barely paid him mind before, since his visits to the New York office were few and far between but now a whole YEAR? And she'd be working close with him? Someone shoot her now. His egotism knew no bounds just as she'd seen this evening. Keeping her flyer. Why did he keep it anyway? Probably to annoy her that's why. She shucked her purse on the sofa in her apartment and dialed Marks number. She expected him to be asleep and shed leave a message but he answered on the second ring, surprising her.

"Hey Mark, I'm so sorry about this evening." She started apologizing. If they didn't get enough practice, they wouldn't be ready in time for the fund-raiser and she couldnt let that happen. Word was that dance scouts were coming out; scouts looking for talent to cast in their productions. Zoya was more than excited and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"Work?" He asked completely calm and he didn't sound angry at all. "Yea, my boss kept me late and I have to give you fair warning that it may happen more this week." She cringed waiting for his reply but then he said, "I guess we'll just have to double up on rehearsals when you are free and on Sundays?" He asked and Zoya breathed a sigh of relief at his understanding.

"Thanks Mark that would be great." She fiddled with a stray thread on her shirt as she said, "I hope we can get some practice time tomorrow, we need to be on point. I'm so excited and nervous all at the same time."

"Hey," He said chuckling over the line, "It'll be great. Don't stress. I tried working on our moves on my own. Well get there. I'm sure you're tired, Ill let you go now." Zoya smiled over the line, "Yea, I'm pretty beat. Ill see you tomorrow." "Yep, fingers crossed." Mark said before she disconnected the call.

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The next day work felt dragging but Asad didn't come in all day and that was the only saving grace. She breathed in air of relief into her lungs at being able to leave on time and meet Mark for dance practice at the studio. They met at a studio near the academy and Mark was already there warming up. They were practicing for the group cha-cha today so she quickly shucked off her jacket, wearing a loose off shoulder t-shirt and long leggings with her heels, she joined Mark on the dance floor. He pressed the remote for the player and the loud pounding beat started playing and Zoya felt completely in her element immediately, a huge smile widening her lips.

She and Mark moved with ease across the floor, their hips shaking, their feet and lines in time with every beat. She laughed as she moved her hips to the beat and sang along to the song while they danced. Unbeknownst to the two, someone was watching the entire thing and he wasn't happy. At all.

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Asad hadn't shown up to the office having been in conference calls from his home office all day. He was busy liaising with the managing directors of the other firms, keeping himself updated on what was going on and if he was needed anywhere but New York at the moment. He even found himself in a meeting with the owner of the hotel they were performing the current reconstruction on. They talked and hashed out the details of the work, Asad taking note of each and every fine detail that Mr. Goodwin expressed.

When he came to the office to gather some papers, his eyes rested on Ms. Farooqui's empty desk. He pulled the flyer out of his pocket; he had removed it from the pants worn the day before keeping it because his curiosity couldn't just let it be. Leaving the papers for later, he got into his car and drove to the address on the flyer. He asked about Ms. Farooqui to the people he met there and apparently Ms. Farooqui was one of their best dancers and she was practicing at that very moment in the adjoining studio next door.

Curiosity obviously getting the better of him, he walked the short distance to the studio and heard the bass of loud music coming from the speakers. But what his eyes saw as he entered the room, made him angrier than he'd ever been in his life.

Ms. Farooqui was dancing with a young man, their bodies close together, and feet moving in time with the beat. She bore a huge smile on her face mirroring the smile on her partners as they danced along to the upbeat music. They broke contact and Zoya twirled and swiveled her hips in the arc of the number eight (8). Her hips swaying so sexily to the music, that it almost distracted Asad from the fact that her partner's hands were on her hips as they moved. Her hand lifted and as she swiveled her hips she pushed her hands into her long hair mussing it around then extending her arms into graceful lines. Her partner pulled her by the hands and spun her around three times then dipped her in an arc from left to right. His hands were all over her body and all Asad could see was red.

They ended their routine with Zoya dipped, her partner had one hand under her back and the other under her calf, her left foot raised high in the air. "Wow." He heard Zoya say. "That was awesome." Her smile was infectious but all he could see was this man's hands all over her body. This happened on a daily basis? No freaking way . . . he would have the mental images replaying in his head every day as he watched her leave work.

He watched Zoya give the guy a high five and say, "This was near perfect so we can just pick up tomorrow?" When he nodded, she smiled, "Okay well, I'm going to hit the shower and leave. See you tomorrow."

As Zoya left towards the back areas, Asad watched the guy pack up and walk out the front door and then he followed Zoya and found her shaking out her long hair and then tie it with a pony-tail holder. Just as if she felt a presence, she turned around, eyes widening almost comically as she saw him leaning against the door-jamb.

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What the!!! What was Asad Ahmed Khan doing at her dance studio? How did he even know she was here? Oh God, what was he doing here? "What . . .?" she asked as it was the only word that she could muster.

"I was curious." It was all he said as if that explained everything. His eyes were piercing and she felt suddenly vulnerable under his gaze in her leggings and shirt. She looked away, her eyes resting anywhere but on him.

"So you dance?" He asked as she nervously plucked at her clothing wishing she could fall through the flooring, anything to get away from this. "Ah . . . yes. I do." She couldn't look at him. Please leave, please leave, she chanted over and over in her head wishing it a reality. She turned away from him hoping he'd get the hint but just in case, she said, "I need to use the shower now, if you don't mind can you please give me some privacy?"

She looked at her feet while she waited to hear his feet retreating but no such sound was heard. Instead she was surprised when she felt hot breath tickling the hair near her neck. She shivered, an unconscious reaction to his very close proximity. "You're a very good dancer, Zoya." His breath stirred the hair at her nape and she gasped as his husky voice reached her ear. Her eyes closed at his tone and his words.

"But . . ." and then he turned her around and pinned her against the wall of the room. She gasped in surprise, her eyes going wide at his closeness. "I don't like that man putting his hands all over you." OH.MY.GOD! Did Asad Ahmed Khan just say that he was jealous? Of Mark? What the hell was going on? She would never have expected this when she woke up this morning, that's for sure.

"Why?" She said almost breathlessly, the air constricting in her throat, making it hard to breathe. His lips curled up into a wicked smile the dimple in his right cheek flashing and disarming her suddenly. She'd always thought he was an exceptionally handsome man but his personality had put a damper on that. Now though, that he was saying these things and he was so close to her, she found her body heating at the closeness.

"Because you're mine." He said with a finality that both surprised and roused her. She couldn't hold back the words that were suddenly bubbling to the surface. "No . . . I'm not." She swallowed hard. He moved even closer if that were even possible and his lips were so close, she could feel his warm minty breath on her face. "You will be." He said simply as his eyes roamed her face before stepping back and leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Zoya placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and looked at the closed door. What the heck just happened?

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