Page 11 of Lucky Dance Date
“That’s it?” Cameron asked.
I opened my eyes to see him scowling. “Yeah?”
“Their only problem with him is that he’s hispanic? Nothing else?”
I nodded. “That’s all they care about. They’d rather me be with a white alpha who treats me like garbage, than with him—the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
Cameron growled, low and threatening. “Oh hell no.”
“What?”
His nostrils flared. “I went to that dinner to humor my aunt, but I should have trusted my instincts. She was always a bit too classist for my likes. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head. “If it wasn’t you, it would be somebody else. They’re determined to mold me into the son they wanted, instead of the one they got.”
“That’s bullshit. But now I understand why you changed the subject when you were talking about dance and your dad made that noise. It was the only time you seemed engaged in the conversation.”
“They don’t like it…” I admitted. “And as far as Dad is concerned… omegas should be interested in what their alphas like, not the other way around.”
“Well, it’s your life, not theirs. You can teach dance for as long as you want.”
I sighed. “For the next month or so anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
I licked my lips, unsure if I should share my woes. But, once again, something inside insisted that he was a person I needed to discuss my dilemma with.
“I rent time in a studio to teach my classes. It’s pretty common. But the landlord of the space is raising rents—too high for the owner. He’s closing at the end of March. I’ve called other studios in the city, but either all their time spots are filled, or the ones that hire directly aren’t looking for instructors.”
“What are the other teachers from your studio doing?”
I shrugged. “They’re in the same boat as me.”
“So why not find a space and open your own studio?”
“I can’t do that,” I sighed. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. I’d have to find a building, get it renovated, figure out rents and schedules…”
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Did you forget what I do?”
“Huh?”
“I’m a realtor specializing in commercial real estate. You tell me what you need, and I can find the space.”
“You’d help me?”
He smiled. “I mean, I’d still get a commission. But it’s what I do, and… I kinda feel guilty about letting Aunt Margaret rope me into that dinner. So let me do what I do, and you can keep teaching those kids.”
“Even if I did have a space, I have no idea what else to do.”
“We’ve got all night. Let’s figure it out.”
I sniffled. It was like multiple weights had been lifted over the course of several minutes. “Ok.”
“Great,” Cameron replied with a grin. “Now let’s eat, and we can discuss what you’ll need. That sounds like a much more productive evening than empty flirting.”
