I’ll never forgive Raven for this. 40 minutes on the floor, in these shoes, is criminal. I scuffle over to my favorite seat at the bar and practically leap out of my heels, as graceful as possible. I pull my legs underneath me and begin to massage both feet, desperate to restore blood flow to my toes.
“A blister or two?” Jesse asks, peering over the counter.
“Or five.” I moan unabashedly, as the delicious pressure spreads through my tight muscles.
“That was a hot set. I didn’t think you could top last week’s run, but you did. I thought you were going to dislocate your hips on that Desi song.”
I smile and continue to press my thumbs into the soles of my feet, while Jesse recalls my dance in extraordinary detail. It’s a little reminiscent of an after-school test discussion. I hated those.
“You could’ve converted me with that little belly dancing routine you had going there.” I hear the tease in his voice and untangle myself from my cross-legged position. My flexibility is a blessing at times like this, but my calves still burn from the dance and I can’t ignore the searing pull of the muscles in my legs.
I laugh and place my feet on the marble footrest attached to the bar. “Jesse, you’re gay. And I don’t need Adam hunting me down. So, please, stay gay.”
I sigh with relief when the cool stone eases the excruciating pain that pulses in the soles of my feet.
He pours me another drink and I gulp down half of it at once. The cold liquid flows down my throat and instantly cools my hot body.
“So, I saw you.” His voice trails off and I peer over my glass.
“Saw me?”
“Saw you groping that sex god of a man.” I choke on my drink and lose my grip. The glass bounces off the edge of the counter, the contents spilling onto me. I clench my thighs together and the glass lands, safely, in my lap. Liquid seeps through my crop top and strategically evades my belly ring. The remaining fluid sinks into my pants, leaving a dark conspicuous spot between my legs.
“I’m ignoring you.” I snarl at him and pull the glass from my lap, smacking it on the counter. Miraculously, it stays intact.
Jesse waggles his eyebrows and chuckles, “Oh, come on Cam. I’m not judging. You have all the right in the world to be as promiscuous as you want to be. Just next time, watch who you dry hump and where.”
I throw him with the dishrag I used to clean up the mess. He catches it just short of his face. “So, how was he? Was it an ‘Okay another night in the club’ or a ‘sweet baby Jesus take me now’ type of kiss?” He fans himself with the rag and I drop my head in my hands. Oh my soul, he is relentless.
I feel the heat spreading from my neck upwards and I’m thankful for the partial darkness that hides my flushed face. If he saw me blushing, I’d never hear the end of it. “Jesse. Shut up.”
“You should be careful, Cam. He’s Raven’s special guest.” My head whips up from where it was buried in my hands and my eyes widen at his words.
“He is?” I ask, praying for a different answer but Jesse nods.
“I saw him on the manager’s balcony when you took to the floor. He was stripping you down to your best g-string.” I roll my eyes at his reference to my underwear and croon my neck towards the deck but all I see is Raven’s platinum curls bounce in the reflection of the lights…
An excerpt from Rhythmic Trance: Chapter 3
My best friend made me laugh when she said Camille is her spirit animal. She’s an escape for many of us who live a fast paced life. We can slip away and enjoy her dance and her journey. I enjoyed creating Camille and sharing her with you and as weird as it may sound, I love reading this book. Her uptight attitude falls away when she’s on the dance floor. Her wacky relationship with Jesse is adorable and her loyalty towards her friends is fierce and powerful. She is someone who escapes her world through dance and its that dance that led her to Nathan.
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