About This Book
I’ll admit it. I may have been a tad influenced by a certain someone—Max—who made this dance look like something out of a soft porn movie. I wanted to be that woman in his arms—spun, shaken and held tight as he went in for the dip. It took my breath away, honestly, and may have made me just a tiny bit jealous of that woman with the sexy hips.
But I’ve got hips too. And now I’ve enlisted the help of Raul. I’m pretty sure I can learn a thing or two if I can manage to focus on my feet for two seconds, rather than Raul’s pelvic thrust.
