Hitting to Win (Over the Fence #2) Read Free Page B

a smile these days without being four or five beers deep.
    Pulling out my phone, I type out a text to the one person who'll be able to tell me where Chloe is.
    Miles: Where is your best friend right now?
    It takes a few minutes, but she finally answers.
    Minka: And why would I tell you that?
    Always the sass with this one. I don't know how Owen puts up with it. He seems to get off on it. I don't need to go back and forth in text, so I just call her.
    "I need to know. Can you just tell me?" I don't even say hello.
    "Well, hello to you too, Miles. I know what you did, why do you think I'd ever help you?" Minka's referring to probably everything I've done to Chloe, but figures that princess would blab about what I said to her in the studio.
    "Because you want to see your friend dance. And because neither of us has a choice, we have to partner for this stupid competition. So I need to persuade her to stay in it before we both suffer."
    This quiets her feistiness. "Fine. But I'm warning you Farris, you yell at her again and I'll wax your eyebrows off in your sleep. I know where you live."
    "Yeah, yeah, fine, whatever. Now tell me where she is."
    "Well, it's Tuesday night. She's where she is every Tuesday night. In the studio."
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    I finally locate the classroom Minka has checked out for studio time tonight after asking a trio of girls dressed like meerkats. This building is so fucking whacked.
    I push open the door, not even checking to see if she’s in the middle of something. An orchestra symphony blasts out of the speakers, and she’s in the middle of some complicated looking jump thing, her legs split over her head.
    Damn, that position in bed would be hot. Not that princess here would ever let any unworthy suitor try that with her.
    She comes down from where she seems suspended in air, spots me in the mirror, and let’s out the girliest yelp I’ve ever heard.
    “Oh my god!” Her hand flies to her chest, the almond skin of her cheeks flushed with color. I’m not sure what caused that, her dancing or my intrusion. Its kind of hot.
    See, I could get down with Chloe if she wasn’t so high and mighty. She’s slim, but has a great rack, if a little on the small side. Her long, long legs and ass are toned from the years of dancing. She basically has the body of a Victoria’s Secret model, and that’s not lost on me.
    Her face isn’t a problem either. Far from it. She has the thickest, fullest lips I’ve ever seen, with a button nose sitting between her lilac-colored eyes. I’d never known someone to have purple eyes before, but on Chloe it was most definitely a turn on. And that hair. Her shiny, straight black mane. I’d love to twist that around my arm as I buried my dick into her from behind.
    Too bad I had no intentions to mess around with her, though.
    “Do you ever stop dancing?” So I told Minka I wouldn’t yell at her. Didn’t mean I had to be nice.
    She gives me a small smile, clearly not thrown off by my tactic to ruffle her feathers. “If you love something, you never want to stop doing it. I think you’d have first-hand knowledge of that.”
    I did, but I’m not about to tell Little Miss Sunshine that. Especially since her family probably supports her dream one hundred percent. She’s probably had more support from her family in one day than I’d had my whole life.
    Ignoring her comment, I push forward. “We have to dance together for Dancing with the Greeks.”
    Her eyebrows shoot up, an unreadable emotion flashing through her violet eyes. “No, we don’t. You clearly don’t want me as a partner. You’ve made your feelings clear. Crystal, actually. I’ll keep my distance.”
    Chloe’s unwinding the silky pink ribbons that strap her pointe shoes to her feet, trying her damn fastest to sneak by me out of the room. “Nope, not this time, princess. You’re not sneaking out on me again.”
    “Princess? That’s a new one.” Chloe chuckles as she pulls on leather flip-flops, throwing the