Page 8 of Flirty Dancing

“That’s the housekeeping staff. We don’t eat with them.”

“We… What?” Oh shit, itwashigh school again.

Betty cackled. “Nah, I’m fucking with you. This isn’t high school. Of course we do.”

Archer sagged with relief and followed her over to the table. “There’s so many people here though,” he said as he sat. “I feel like I’ll barely be able to remember all the dancers.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” Betty said. “Everyone’s been really nice so far… mostly.”

When they came back from dinner to unpack and settle in a bit, Caleb was stretched out on the fourth bed scrolling his phone. He was strikingly beautiful—Black with deepeyes, thick lashes, and full lips that seemed to be permanently curled into a suggestive grin.

“Welcome,” he said, getting up with a grand gesture, as if they were in the guest suite at the Ritz. “I’m Caleb. The most important roommate rule this summer is if you’re hooking up or jerking off or something, sock on the doorknob. If you forget, it’s your fault if someone walks in.” Caleb’s gaze ran up and down Archer’s body. “Archer, was it?”

“Er, yes,” Archer stammered. Caleb’s frank pause at his bulge heated his cheeks.

Caleb’s gaze flicked back up, the grin curling farther. “You single, Archer?”

He shifted. “Why?”

“Just wondering how often you might need a sock on the doorknob.”

“I’m single but… not really here to hook up?”

Caleb smirked. “Heard that before.”

To his relief, Archer’s phone buzzed in his pocket, which reminded him he hadn’t checked in with his parents when he arrived. “Excuse me, I need to…” He waved his phone in the air, then eased back into the hallway, sure Caleb’s eyes were on his ass.

He was expecting a message from his mom but instead it was Lynn.Hey! Did you arrive okay???

He leaned against the wall, happy to hear from her.Yes! Sorry, bit of a whirlwind. Listen, MATEO DIXON IS HERE. IN THE SHOW. (Do not ask who that is, just Google.)

While he was waiting for Lynn’s reply, he fired off a quick message to his mom.Arrived okay. Busy day. Will call you tomorrow.

Then Lynn replied.HOLY SHIT, ARCHER. HE’S HOT. WHAT IS HE DOING THERE?

I don’t know… dancing, I guess?? But I

was IN LOVE with him as a teenager. It’s

very weird.

You were??? THIS IS AMAZING. Is

he nice?

So far, I think he hates me.

No way. How could anyone hate

you?

Lol, I’ll ask him. How are you?

Good! But I need to talk to you about

something when you have time.

Maybe tomorrow? We’re heading out

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