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Tutus. Pink, frilly tutus everywhere.
I’ve never felt so out of place in my life. Kane and I are walking through the entrance of the ballet studio Madison goes to.
“Why are we here again?” Kane asks, sounding just as uncomfortable as I feel.
“Because Archer asked us to be here,” I quip. Archer, our younger brother, has been obsessed with Madison since the day he met her. She seems just as obsessed with him, which is a surprise, considering the way they met.
“Yeah, but why? Couldn’t he have sent a cab or at least told her to come out to us, instead of sending us inside this madhouse?” Just then, a flock of little girls—maybe five or six-year-olds—brushes past us, giggling and laughing.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Let’s just find Maddie and get out of here.
We walk all the way to the end of the hall, looking into every room we pass, but there is no sign of Madison.
“Where the hell is sh—”
My words are cut off by a blur of brown hair running around the corner and straight into my chest. Instinctively, I grab a hold of the person who tried to knock me over. With an angry growl, I dig my fingers into two dainty upper arms and shove the small body away from me.
I’m about to yell something like, watch where the fuck you’re going, but my vigor leaves me when I take in the face of the person in my hold.
Two large eyes stare back at me with fear and shock. Her eyes are a stormy blue, with some light gray specks. Her plump bottom lip is shaking slightly, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly.
She is a good bit shorter than me. So short, she actually has to tilt her head up to look at my face.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” she stutters and tries to take a step away from me. My hold on her arms only tightens. Instead of letting her go, I keep her in place and pin her with my stare. I can’t explain why I don’t want to let her go, just that I don’t.
Bewildered, she takes me in. There is a distinct fear in her eyes, which I am used to, but when she turns her head away for a second to look over her shoulder, I wonder if something else frightened her.
“Please, let me go,” she begs, her voice small and timid as her delicate hands push against my chest.
“What’s wrong? Why are you trying to get away?” I ask, still not making a move to let her go.
“Did something happen back there?” Kane chimes in, taking a step closer.
The petite woman in my hold turns her head to look at Kane, a moment of confusion washes over her face as her eyes bounce between my twin and me.
“I’m heading home…” she explains, obviously keeping something from us. “I just finished my dance class.”
“Why don’t you come to dinner with us instead?”
“What? No. I don’t even know you.” She shakes her head.
“You’ll get to know us at dinner,” Kane tells her. “We’re not taking no for an answer.”
Her eyes go wide, and I can’t help but smirk. Kane knows me better than anyone. I don’t have to tell him how bad I want her to come with us.
“I-I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” she says, trying to talk her way out of this.
“You look perfectly fine to me.” More than fine, actually. I let my eyes roam down her taut body, which is on full display in the tight leotard she is wearing.
“I really don’t think—”
“There you are!” Madison’s voice booms through the hallway. “I was looking for you. Hey, Payton, I didn’t know you guys knew each other.” Madison looks between us curiously.
“Um, we don’t…” Payton starts but stops when I let her arms go just to throw my arm over her shoulder and pull her into my side.
“But we will. Payton just agreed to come to dinner with us.” I can barely get the words out because I’m overwhelmed by Payton’s sweet floral scent. My cock is already straining against my zipper, and that only intensifies when she tries to wiggle out of my hold. Fuck, I need to have this woman.