Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(4)

I don’t feel jealous or upset that he’s already moved on.

I feel… fine.

It seems like such a nondescript word, but I am fine.

I’m good and finally getting back on my feet.

I’m tired though, as my two boys, running a business, and teaching extra dance classes to cover Ella’s unexpected time off and Eden’s maternity leave, are taking its toll. I need a vacation. Stat.

Hence why I didn’t want to come here tonight. I’m here to represent the business, nothing else. But I need more sleep and sunshine. Oh God, yeah, now that does sound lush. Maybe I should book a vacation? My boys would love a water park somewhere warm. Mentally, I make a note to ask my sisters when that would suit them for me to have a week off. A gentle buzz of excitement thrums through me at the prospect of a vacation with my boys. It’s exactly what we all need.

An enormous bang from the auctioneer's gavel startles me, instantly pulling me from my thoughts. I jump, throwing my hand to my heart. I let out a small yelp and a flutter of laughter drifts around our table.

“Sorry, I was lost in my own little world there.” I shake my head. Reaching out, I clasp my champagne flute and take another little sip of the sparkling liquid. This is only my second glass tonight. I don’t want to waste my day off tomorrow by nursing a hangover. Being honest, I could take or leave a drink.

“Up last,” the auctioneer bellows. “Twelve kizomba dance lessons for two people. Privately tutored by none other than our own local expert dance teacher, Eva Wallace. Who I believe is with us this evening.” I clench for a moment at the use of my maiden name. That may take some time to get used to again. I reverted to it before my divorce is final. It’s not legal yet, but it will be.

I watch the auctioneer curve his hands above his eyebrows, seeking me out in the crowd.

Making my presence known, I wave my hand in the air.

“Ah, there’s the exceptionally talented Eva from the world famous T3SDS. Eva and her sisters really have taken social media by storm. Ask Eva for her autograph while you can because those girls are changing the face of dance, ladies and gentlemen.” He claps a semicircle around himself, indicating others to join in.

Well, this is embarrassing. Although he’s not wrong. Social media has been the best thing to happen to us. Dance routines are totally our bag and we have grown a massive following online.

A gentle wave of appreciation echoes across the ballroom as my ears catch some complimentary comments. Their parents must be so proud. We should book private lessons, Geoffrey. Look at her figure. Has she not recently separated from her husband?

Ouch.

Ignoring the last comment, I sit up a little straighter in my seat, push my shoulders back, and hold my head high, all while displaying a dazzling smile.

I’m always the businesswoman.

“Ladies and gentlemen, to get this underway, I’m starting the bids at one hundred pounds. Who will give me one hundred?” The auctioneer's brows shoot up.

And that’s it, the bids go up by tens. Before I know it, those twelve intimate kizomba lessons are sitting at five hundred pounds.

“C’mon, ladies. You know you want these lessons. Kizomba is considered being the sexiest dance in the world. We all want to know how to move our hips, now don’t we?”

A faint titter of laughter breaks out.

“Six hundred,” someone shouts, and that’s it. The bids go higher yet again.

What the hell? People are crazy here tonight.

Urging the bidders on, the auctioneer’s chanting becomes more frantic. “C’mon, we are up to one thousand pounds. Who wants to learn a fusion of dance steps and how to synchronize those hips, baby, with the beautiful Eva here.” Everyone bursts out laughing, including me. He’s a great salesman; I’ll give him that.

Kizomba is such a sexy dance. It’s one of my favorites. Sultry, erotic, elegant. It combines many dance styles; like the auctioneer says, it’s a fusion of footwork and flirting. I have always thought if I got the right dance partner, then I’m pretty sure I would orgasm on the dance floor from this dance alone.

It connects you together like no other type of dance. It’s sensual and provocative; it creates tension with every smooth wave of your hips.

I hope I get to teach a couple who love each other and want to connect on a new level. I’ve watched so many couples eye-fuck each other to this erotic dance, then watch as they run off the dance floor to fuck each other’s brains out; it’s that powerful. The ultimate foreplay.

The bids rise again. Wow.

“Two thousand pounds. Are we done? Going once, twi—”

“Ten thousand.”

A loud audible gasp ripples through the seated guests.

Aw, shit, I know that voice.

The auctioneer stalls.

“Did I hear that correctly?” His eyebrows pull together. “Ten thousand pounds?”

“Yes,” the voice calls all the way from the back of the grand room.

A low hum of hushed tones gasp, gossip, and conspire all at once. All eyes in the room turn to the voice that makes my stomach loop the loop.

Every. Single. Time.

I slowly turn in my seat to face the infamous man that has flooded my dreams for the last couple of months. My eyes lock on his dark orbs.

Knox Black.





CHAPTER TWO