Page 14 of Dance for Me

Vanessa felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach. The same feeling as before. She couldn’t help but have a little envy toward Trixie. Jack was stacked and she would have to be a fool not to notice or be a tad curious of what he would be like.

“Wait, you mean she’s having sex with Jack?”

“Mhm….” He leaned in closer to her. “They keep it hush hush, but we all know,” he leaned back to the counter again and folded his arms. “I will never understand why a fine specimen like him is banging someone like her.”

Vanessa almost choked on her wine. “… are you?”

He intercepted her words. “Yes love. I’m gay.” He smiled as another woman came jogging by them.

This woman had short black hair that skimmed the top of her shoulders. She was shorter than Trixie, more the same height as Vanessa. But she got a better vibe from her.

“Hi! I’m Raven, sorry I can’t talk. Running late!” She lost sight of her when she ran into the same dressing room.

Owen shook his head. “She’s got a son in his terrible twos. Wouldn’t want to be her.” Vanessa shuddered at the thought. Not that she wouldn’t want a family someday. Now, never a worse timing.

“What came first, her name or the hair color?”

Owen smirked, “The name of course.”

Trixie came barreling out of the dressing room soon after. She stopped at the bar and picked up her shot of tequila that Owen left for her. She shot it back in one single head tilt. Then, she turned to Vanessa. “Who are you?”

Vanessa couldn’t help but notice her features. Yeah, she was a blond bombshell for sure. Her hair was long and full, her lips were a pretty shade of rose, and her eyes sparkled an ice blue. Who could forget about her boobs? They were in every man’s wet dream. She was sure of it. Any confidence she had left, took a nose dive out the window. It’s no wonder why Jack was attracted to this woman.

She nervously answered, “I’m the new dancer, Vanessa.” Maybe they’ll became friends, she thought.

Trixie looked at her and then back to Owen, “Guess Jack is starting to get desperate nowadays.”

Or maybe not.

She strutted toward the stage in her tacky silk bikini.

“Oh yeah, America’s sweetheart for sure,” Vanessa said to Owen and they both laughed.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve made some friends here already.”

Vanessa froze at the familiar voice.

She saw Owen dip off to the side and pretend to look busy by shuffling the beer glasses. She swallowed before answering Jack, who seemed to be standing directly behind her.

“Yeah, Owen and Jazz have been great.”

Jack moved beside her stool and leaned an elbow on the bar, letting his shirt stretch across his broad shoulder. She had to lean back to look at him and the way he glanced into her eyes, sent heat right through her veins. It was like fire. Hot lava, running through her body and she had no idea on how to put it out.

“I can see that you’ll fit right in,” he said without removing his gaze from hers. He was so close and she was focused on Owen for help, some kind of rescue from this man who was making her feel like a glob of goo would have been nice. But Owen was still playing busy. She had more confidence last night when she was angry, now, not so much.

“I, uh, hope so, everyone is super nice.”

She heard Owen give off a subtle snort. Then, Jack looked at him and then back at her. “I hope all of them are being nice to you. If any of them give you any trouble, come see me. Got it?” It’s as if he knew that the only one who wouldn’t be welcoming was Trixie.

“Sure, absolutely, but I can assure you that all the girls are super friendly.” It’s not like she was going to tell Jack that Trixie was being mean to her, like she was in fifth grade tattling on a classmate. After all, it was her first day and if she needed to, she could take care of herself.

“Good,” he straightened to a stand. “I wanted to tell you, too, that I hope we didn’t get off on the wrong foot last night,” he stepped in closer to whisper in her ear.

She felt the slight warmth of his breath, which sent another burning fire through her that ended right between her thighs. “Because I wouldn’t want you to feel anything but pleasure in working here.” He smirked, tugged at the collar of his shirt and then walked away.

Her whole insides felt like they erupted. Hearing the way he said pleasure, made her nipples ache. She gestured for Owen to pour her another glass and she finished it in one nervous gulp.

Vanessa hadn’t left her seat at the bar because she enjoyed hanging out with Owen. He was funny and they connected on a future friendship level. Which, she never really had with any former coworkers.

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