Trigger Happy (Girls with Guns, #2) Read Free Page B

was as good as time as any to meet with one Amber Prescott.
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    A mber loved teaching dance. She loved watching the little kiddos learning how to keep their balance, loved how their eyes lit up when they finally got the hang of something. They would practice over and over until they could get the move right. She had them lined up in formation this morning, getting ready to practice simple ballet moves. This class was toddlers aged 2-4. They came once a week in the mornings for forty-five minutes. They were a lot different from the other classes she taught for the older groups. With the older ones she was able to teach them dance steps by showing them which position to start in, how to follow through with the move and finish it out.
    With her little ones, she had to sneak in the moves while 'playing' games with them. Then, once she felt they were comfortable enough doing certain routines, she would break it down into steps. The four-year-olds were able to grasp the dance steps a lot easier than the two- year-olds. But she had no problem teaching them either. She would crank up her iPod and play some hip-hop music and the kiddos loved dancing time - which is what many of them called it.
    Once class was over, she had nowhere to be for a few more hours until her older girls came in. She cranked up her iPod, and Lady Gaga's Do What U Want blasted through her speakers. She took to the wooden studio floors and began dancing. She loved dancing. It freed her mind, her body. It was like meditating for her. Any time something bothered her, she always felt better after she was able to dance. Even when there wasn't anything bothering her, she loved doing it.
    She swayed her hips to the sound of Lady Gaga's voice, lip-syncing along with her. She wore her gray yoga pants with a skintight tank top and felt way too constricted as she moved along the dance floor.
    Gage pulled up to the dance studio where his friend Blake told him he could find Amber. Blake was dating Amber’s best friend, Marilyn. After Marilyn helped Blake out of a sticky situation with her ex-boyfriend, they had been inseparable since. Needless to say, Marilyn’s ex was serving a little time in prison on theft charges.
    The dance studio was situated at the corner of a strip mall - a long one-story complex that held a variety of businesses. The sign was flipped to closed but Gage wasn't going to give up that easily. He got out of his Range Rover and locked the doors. He really didn't want to see Amber but he knew this is what he needed to do for damage control. Walking up to the door, he could hear music blasting out from the inside. What type of music did she make her students listen to, he thought. He tried the door. Unlocked. In he went.
    The only light inside the studio was coming from the sunlight outside. She had the lights shut off - apparently better to dance in, he thought. Because there she was in the middle of the dance floor swaying her hips from left to right. Her knees were slightly bent, her arms were straight up in the air and her butt was grinding in tempo with the music.
    Being the man that he was, Gage had to admit, she still had a pretty awesome behind. It was small and tight. Watching it as she swayed from side to side, it would tempt any man, he reasoned.    
    Not just him.
    The singer was asking someone, telling them, to do what they wanted to her body and not to stop.
    Hmm, Gage couldn't help but think of that night.
    In his one-time experience with Amber, that's what he did to her. He did what he wanted.     She knew what she wanted also. She wanted to be tied up and blindfolded hoping the right man would choose her. She also wanted to be tied up while she watched him pleasure another woman. And so that is what he had done. When he finally untied her, because he couldn't take not having his hands all over her body a moment longer, he did what he wanted. He touched her and teased her, giving her orgasm after orgasm until she begged him to