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This was one of those moments I felt relieved my car door didn’t open like a luxurious ladybug getting settled in the starting blocks to go up and fly.
I sagged down and punched the steering wheel. The whole event tonight felt heavy on my shoulders. Should I—
No, I wasn’t going to beg Cary. Not when we barely could hold an adult conversation. Not when our unhealthy relationship had been swept under the rug. I knew he would help us out, just because he thought it would make up for lifelong trauma. But receiving a big part of the asshole DNA, that also meant I was stubborn as a bull, and I still wasn’t going to consult his bank account.
Not even my love for snakes would break that principle. I wasn’t going to reach out first and be in debt with this guy. Nah, not my style.
I created a new Twitter account.
@hephaestus.
The Greek smithing god of help who made the weapons.
It was that or SerpentBoy00.
Snickering, I also put in my bio: my big, bad snake needs helping hands.
Knowing Twitter, I was going to hit more followers with a sentence like that.
I threw my phone aside, rubbing my face and only seeing Dave’s car and Priscilla’s in the dark parking lot before I hit home.
What a great start to the weekend.
17
DITA
I hated changes. I hated being out of control of new experiences in life. And right now, my life existed around those things. The move, a new family, Mom was still chilling somewhere in the Caribbean.
I could wrap it up and say that I hated my life right now.
You know what?
That was exactly what I did. Being part Southern, I had a flair for the dramatics. I needed to live up to those standards.
A smile tugged at my mouth. At least the bar hopping with Steph had a nice outcome. Now I had a job to look forward to. Dance classes on Wednesday through Friday and one or two extra days to slay drink, depending on my schedule.
Every bar had a smooth talker like my new coworker—not in a creepy way like JP. Originally from Peru, José was dark and handsome. Not that tall, he was eye-level with my low wedges on. Certainly a lady killer with his real accent. And holy guaco, the guy could dance.
“José,” I wrapped my hand around his wrist and talked loud enough for him to hear me over the volume of the next song. “You didn’t really need me to teach you some moves, did you?”
He grinned, which made me grin. I already enjoyed his goofy company.
“Nah, but I’m supposed to walk through the different steps of this job with every new employee.”
“You took that quite literally.”
He nodded and twirled me around. “Would have been a fool if I hadn’t.” I didn’t miss his appreciative look over my body. “Too bad I love dick too much.”
I laughed. “Well, something else we have in common.”
“But maybe if I close the blinds and it’s really, really dark in here, and oh, you lower your voice or something, we might hit it off—”
I playfully smacked his stomach with the back of my hand and lamely scoffed, “No way, José.”
He smiled. “And that’s how I know I can trust you with handsy dudes. If you can resist me, you can handle anyone. You passed the second test.”
“Some skills you have here, J.” I waved him off and shuffled towards the bar, where it started to get busy. If I wanted to keep this job, where dancing and salsa was a given, I needed to step up and learn as much as I could in a short amount of time.
