Free Enchanting Melody by Robyn Amos

miserably.”
    Will refused to take the bait. “Oh, Miss Rush, a man needs a willing partner to do his best work.”
    The snap of her gaze told him his double entendre wasn’t lost on her. But he didn’t wait long for her retort. “I guess it just takes a real man to make me willing.”
    A snicker from beside him brought Will back to his senses. A crowded classroom wasn’t the right place to finish this. “Switch!”
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    As Will wrapped up the class, he couldn’t help feeling as though he’d let Melody get the best of him. If the rest of the class hadn’t been aware of the storm brewing between Melody and himself before, they certainly were now. In addition to the furtive glances they’d noticed during the remainder of class, a few of the men had dared to offer advice as they said their final goodbyes.
    After thanking Will for the lessons, George had wrapped a fatherly arm around his shoulder as they walked to the door. “My Gretchen was a real spitfire when we first met. It took a lot of courting to get her attention, but it was well worth it.” George pointed to Melody. “Don’t let that one get away.”
    â€œThanks, George,” he said, clapping the man on the back, genuinely pleased for the support.
    But when Joey made his way toward him it was a different story. “Hey, thanks, man.” Joey took Will’s hand in a firm grip then leaned into his ear. “You two…get a room. I’ve seen that type before. All they need is one good—” he performed a violent pelvic thrust “—and they fall right in line.”
    Thankfully, Will noted Melody engrossed in conversation with Scott and his fiancée, so she had missed that last exchange. He watched her try to slip through the door as the couple paused to say goodbye.
    Will smiled politely and then excused himself to reach around them and grab Melody’s arm. The young couple took the hint and dashed out of the room waving with knowing grins.
    Still holding her arm, Will closed the studio door. “Aren’t we past playing these games, Melody?”
    Clearly she wasn’t. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, teacher. I don’t need any extra lessons today.”
    Releasing her, he folded his arms across his chest. “Really? After that dismal display you gave in class, I’d have to disagree. In fact, you’ve proven that we might have to go all the way back to square one.”
    â€œNo. I’m sorry, teacher. There will be no going back.” And her meaning was clear.
    â€œWell, then maybe you just need to learn something new to revive your interest.” He walked over to the stereo and inserted a new CD.
    Melody stood defiantly, her voice growing angrier. “Trust me, it took me five weeks to figure out that you haven’t taught me anything that I didn’t already know.”
    Will weathered that blow, knowing that it was coming. She was jealous of Valencia. In her mind, he’d led her on. He wanted nothing more than to disabuse her of that notion, but he had to knock the chip off her shoulder first.
    Until he did that, anything he said would go in one ear and out the other. He turned on the stereo and a slow sultry tango filled the room.
    Will moved over to her. “The tango. You’ve got to try new things. You never know when you’ll find something you really like.”
    â€œThe tango,” Melody said flatly. “I saw it performed on TV once. The woman was smacking the crap out of the man.”
    â€œThat isn’t the one I’m going to teach you.” He pulled her into his arms and began whispering instructions.
    â€œIt figures. Coward.” Despite her harsh words, Melody allowed him to instruct her. That was all the opening he needed.
    â€œAh, so you like it rough, then?” He let his hands linger at her waist.
    â€œHuh? Oh, you’ll never find