Page 101 of The Dance

Jay was silent as he eyed Brandon and Jason. And it hit me what hewasn’tsaying.

“Oh shit, you’re fucking your clients?” I asked, returning to my seat at the table.

Jay’s eyes were wide as Brandon said, “Just don’t do it at the gym. Do it on your own time.”

I thought Brandon would be pissed, but then I remembered Spencer was a client at the gym at one point, so Brandon couldn’t be a hypocrite.

“Not a problem,” Jay assured. “So, let’s see … There’s Callie, Renee, Barbie, and Teresa.”

“Teresa? As in Teresa Robinson?” Jason asked.

Ah. The rich cougar.

“Yep. That’s the one.”

“I’d hit that,” I admitted, and instantly thought of my mother’s friend Deb I had a summer thing with.I wonder how she and Sarah are doing.

“Well, this explains why I haven’t had to deal with her for a few weeks,” Brandon chuckled.

“So, how is she?” I asked. Teresa Robinson seemed like the type that would take control and demand what she wanted. To me, that would be a good fuck.

Brandon looked at me and shook his head. “If she gets her claws in you, I don’t want to know about it.”

“I don’t kiss and tell, bro.”

“If you break Stacey’s heart, Spencer won’t forgive you,” he stated. I knew Stacey and Spencer were friends, but not close enough that she knew Stacey was on tour with Maze.

I sighed over the fucking Stacey drama. “We aren’t together, okay? I live here now, and Stacey is living her life. I can fuck whoever I want.”

I left the table and went into the kitchen for more shots.

* * *

May turned into June,and then it was July. I felt as though I was really fitting in, even though I was still living with my brother. I’d even helped with wedding planning. Though, when I was stuffing invitations, I came across one for Stacey.

“You’re inviting Stacey?” I asked, staring at her name on the list.

“Yes,” Spencer simply replied.

“But you know we aren’t together,” I argued.

“And you know I’m friends with her.”

“You can be an adult,” Ryan, Spencer’s best friend, who was a woman but had a boy’s name too, said.

“I’m an adult.”

“You know what I mean.” Ryan rolled her eyes. “Your brother’s wedding isn’t about you.”

“I know that,” I sneered. I wasn’t a complete tool.

“So, this Stacey might come,” Ryan went on. “Maybe it will be a chance for you two to talk and work out your issues.”

“We don’t have issues.”

“Sounds like you do,” Ryan probed.

“We broke up. End of story.”