Page 59 of Craving You
“I’m just overwhelmed,” I sigh.“You won’t let me cook myself in the shower.Reading doesn’t help…”
“What about dancing,” he smiles.I gasp and throw my arms around his neck, and he laughs as he picks me up.He sits me on the counter and cups my face.“I told you I would, so I did.It’s an escape for you, and I don’t want you to feel trapped.”
“Dancing?”Ross asks.“Ohhhh…”
“Go get changed and we will take you down,” Cam says.
“Okay,” I say with a bright smile.I hop down and Ross still looks confused.“What?”
“Just confused,” he says.
“Pole dancing is more than just stripping,” Andrea laughs.“It’s hard.”
“How would you know?”Ross asks, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Pays well and college is expensive,” she says with a shrug.The wicked grin that comes across Ross’ face when his eyes glance over her body is a dead giveaway.
“I’m going to change,” I say.I race upstairs and change into spandex shorts, a sports bra, and a drop armhole tank top.When I get back to the kitchen, Remy smiles at me.
“That’s more clothing than I expected,” he remarks.
“You would know, wouldn’t you??”I say.
“Come on,” Cam laughs.“You two are welcome to join, since you are staying for dinner.”
“I have no idea what I’m getting myself into right now, do I?”Ross says.
“It’s not dirty,” Andrea laughs.“We’d love to.”
We go down to the basement and the right side of the room has mirrors along the wall and a pole mounted in the center.The floor has newly laid flooring and I can tell he spent a lot of time on this.“You did a lot,” I say.
“I worked on it the last few nights while you slept,” Remy says.He kisses me gently and nudges me toward the pole.“Go on.Pretend we aren’t here.”
“Okay,” I say happily.I go over to the speaker and hook my phone up to it before finding a song.The others grab folding chairs and sit off to one side as I stretch.When I get done, I pull off my shirt and take a deep breath.
“Take it off,” Remy hollers.I laugh and throw my shirt at him.
“Please don’t,” Ross laughs.
“Shhh,” I say.When the current song starts to wind down, I prepare for the song I chose.
I approach the pole and make sure it’s locked before grabbing a tight hold.I test my weight on it by swinging myself around once.When I am confident that there is no movement, I hook my leg and sling myself around so I can get upside down.
I easily get lost in the music, focusing on my hand placement and keeping myself securely attached to the pole.Nothing about this is provocative or offensive.I treat it like an art, because it is.When I am dancing, the world doesn’t exist.No one is after me.No one wants me to hurt me.It’s just me and the music.When the third song comes to an end, I am exhausted.I bring myself down to land in a split before moving my legs out in front of me so I can lie back on the floor.
I am breathing heavily, but I am calm.For the first time since before George hurt me… I’m calm.“That was incredible,” Remy says as he offers me his hand.I take it and he pulls me up to stand so he can hug me.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“You’re welcome, Little Fawn.Anything for you.”He kisses me softly, and I turn around to look at everyone.Cam has a strange look on his face, but Ross and Andrea are smiling.
“You are very talented,” Ross says.“I didn’t realize that takes so much strength.”
“Yeah, it’s taken a lot of practice,” I say.
“Well, I am going to start dinner,” Remy says.
“I am going to go take a shower,” I say, hoping I can escape everyone.Remy doesn’t say anything since the detectives are here, so I go upstairs before I get a lecture on boiling myself.
