Karla Kuznetsov's POV
I was following my dancing instructor into his office as I was not thinking about anything else right now. I was still wearing my ballerina routine clothes as he closed the door and I was walking to take a seat in front of the desk.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked him as I was turning to look at him before I heard a click. Wait, why was he locking the door?
"Oh, it's nothing really but your tardiness and your incompetence were getting the best of me. And I am here to make sure that we have our agreement right," he said as I was walking away from him. This doesn't feel right.
"But why? I have done nothing wrong and I don't think that I would be in trouble since I was not the main lead," I said as I was trying to reason with him. He laughed before he was moving toward me. Okay, bad move, dude.
"Why? Okay, let see the facts then. You are incompetent of having the full focus when your boyfriend showed up here like he owned the place. Need I to remind you that we have a strict policy issue here?" He said as I was looking at him. I furrowed my eyebrows before I was trying to make sure that I was getting this right.
"So, are you mad or something? I feel like you are," I said as I was looking at the dancing instructor. His eyes became predatory that I never see him like this before.
"What do you think, Karina?" He asked as he was coming at me. I walked away from him as I was moving across the table before he laughed like a maniac.
"Oh, you want to play rough, aren't you? Well, I have time for that," he said before he was coming at me. Dread was filling my blood before I was looking at him. Was he seriously thinking that he can take me on?
Oh, I show him.
I was moving away from him as I was trying to create as much space as I could and I know that I would not like to show off my skills. But duty called and this man need some lesson in this.
"Sir, I don't think I like where this is going," I said before my dancing instructor was smirking like a devil.
Not the handsome one, but the creepy one.
"Oh, don't worry, I will make you feel good," he said as he was coming closer to me and that's the time that I snapped at him. No more miss goody two shoes.
I clicked my tongue before I was holding his hand that was trying to snatch me and I have twisted it at a peculiar angle before his eyes widened with alarm. I was looking at him with an arched eyebrow before I was coming closer to him.
"Listen here, punk, if you're trying to get the best of me or trying to rape me, I can take you out cold right now but I know that you will find another target. So, if you keep your hands to yourself while I am here and keep a clean record of everything, I think we can get along just fine," I said menacingly before I was whispering threat into his ears.
"And if I hear one single complaint or anything that changes between my team, I know that you will hold responsible for that. Got it?" I asked him as he was nodding at me. I glared at him darkly before I was nodding at him.
"Good, oh and this is a reminder what I can do to you, mister," I said before I was snapping his fingers and he screamed out loud. I was smirking wickedly as he never has seen me like this before. My dancing instructor was looking at me, terrified to see this new side of me.
"Who…who are you?" He asked me before I was looking into his frightened eyes.
"I'm your worst nightmare," I said before I was head butting his head and he was out cold. I snorted at him before I was dusting off my hands and walked out of the office after I unlocked the door.
Talking about trying to make a move on me, you got one instead.
I was walking out of the building as I saw that Scott was waiting for me. If I did not know any better, he had been waiting for me ever since that day. I don't know why but my heart bloomed at that.
I think I am starting to fall in love with him.
"Hey, what did he want to talk about?" Scott asked me as I was remembering that loser was trying to assault me. Loser. I smiled at Scott before we were moving into the parking lot as I was walking toward my car.
"Why don't we don't talk about it? It was nothing interesting. He said that I was sloppy and need to work hard on my figure as well as poses. So, I am fine for now," I lied through my teeth like I have been prepared for this. Scott arched his eyebrow at me before he shrugged.
"You are one weird woman, Karina Kazakov," he said as I was smiling at him.
"But you like me anyway," I said as I was batting my eyelashes at him. Scott laughed.
"Yes, yes I did," he said as I was unlocking the car and he was opening the door to the passenger seat. I arched my eyebrow at him as he was taking the keys from my hand.
"Since I was the man, I have to make sure that you are fed after those calories burnt," he said as I was laughing.
"Again?"
"Yes, again. You think I would only allow you to eat an apple and a glass of warm milk. Not a chance," he said as he was helping me to get inside the car and closed the door. I was looking at my boyfriend, as that douchebag said, was walking to the other side of the car before he slid inside the driver's seat. He started the engine before he was looking at me.
"So, what do you want to eat?" He asked as I was looking at him. I tapped my chin before I smiled.
"How about fried chicken?" I asked him as Scott laughed.
"Seriously? Fried chicken? Don't you have to cut those out of your diet or something?" He asked me as he was shifting the gear into D and moved out of the parking lot. I smiled at him.
"What can I say, I have a very nice figure even when I was eating carbs and oils," I said before Scott was looking at my thighs and body up and down. He smirked.
"Cannot argue with that," he said as I was looking at him before he was smiling like he won the jackpot. I shrugged before we were on the road and we're going to find the fried chicken that I have been dying to eat.
"Okay, I don't think we have to come here again but here we are," I said as I was looking at the Devereaux's Dine. I sighed before Scott was smirking at me.
"Oh, come on. I'm sure they have fried chicken as well," he said as he was pulling me by the hand to get inside the restaurant. I was scowling at him before the host was directing us to the table.
"Here are the menus," the host said as I took it and I was looking at the menu. It did not have fried chicken. Okay, I think I will skin Scott alive again. I glared at him before Scott was smirking while he was reading the menu.
But I know he knows that I was glaring at him.
"Ready to order?" The host asked as we were left alone for a while. I was closing the menu before Scott was closing his as well. Then he turned to look at me before he turned to the host.
"I will have a medium-rare steak with a plate of fried chicken. Make sure that the ketchup and the ranch on the side with hash brown," he said as the host nodded and took the menu before he went away. I turned to look at Scott before he was sipping on the glass of water that they have.
We don't even order wine yet.
"How do you know that I would have ketchup and ranch on the side?" I asked him as Scott was looking at me over the rim of the glass. He smirked before I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Spill it, McBaran,"
"Well, lucky guess? I was not sure if you want them on the fried chicken so I would have to give you a choice for that then," he said as he was looking at me with his signature smirk.
The smirk of a devil in disguise.
"What?" He asked me as I was scoffing at him. I crossed my hands before I was looking at something else other than him.
But it was hard when my eyes were drawn to him.
"I can see that you want to tell me something so out with it, Kiska. I don't want you to feel angry at me all the time while we're dining here," he said before I clicked my tongue. I turned to look at him before Scott was looking at me.
"Did you know that you're annoying?" I asked him before he smirked at me. Again with that signature smirk. I think I wanted to slap his face now.
"Well, my best friends told me so but I would not believe it until you, Kiska," he said as he was looking ta me intensely.
"And I think I love it when it annoys you," he said that made me blush. Okay, I will slap and skin him alive now.