The growl that escaped him at her insistence that she loved him was quickly covered up with a glare directed at her feet. He'd been right, she did have the nerve to play innocent with him. Little did she know that every time she professed her love for him, she dug her own grave a little deeper. Just how much of an idiot did she take him for?

"What's wrong," he gritted out, spinning her in half a circle, then back again. "Is that you're not concentrating on the goddamn steps!" Once she'd returned to his arms, he stopped and steeped away with an irritated sigh, then moved over to the record player to stop the music. "Maybe we should try something simpler since you're obviously not up for doing your best today."