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Ollie frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Please consider doing separate classes for boys and girls.”
“Candice, I appreciate your concern, but as you saw today, the boys are incredibly well behaved,” Ollie responded, trying to keep frustration out of her voice. “The most you could have an issue with is they smell like a locker room when they show up.”
“I do have other issues, but you don’t seem to acknowledge them.”
Sighing heavily, Ollie arched an eyebrow. “Care to remind me of these issues?”
“You don’t look like someone who would inspire confidence in these little girls. With your clothes and your tattoos and your…” Candice waved in her direction and Ollie gritted out a smile.
“My body?” she asked, adjusting her t-shirt, accentuating her curvy stature. “The sooner you accept that people come in all shapes, sizes and colors, the sooner your kids will also realize that.”
Candice shook her head, looking offended by this conversation. “I have no issue with your body, Oleander, you are not who I imagine as an inspiration for my daughter.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“For a school assignment the other day, Claire told her teacheryouwere her hero.”
Ollie stared at Candice in shock. “That’s…wow.”
Candice sighed. “I understand you’re teaching my daughter dance, but I would appreciate it if you weren’t teaching her anything else.”
“Candice, honestly, I don’t spend too much time with the kids outside of class.”
Candice didn’t look convinced and she took a step back, smoothing down her neatly pressed clothes. “Maybe a little less attention will help.”
And then she was gone.
It took Ollie a minute to wrap her head around what had happened. Some little white girl thoughtshewas an inspiration. And her mother didn’t appreciate it. Ollie understood Candice’s concern—shewanted to be her daughter’s hero and inspiration. But at the same time, she hated that Candice didn’t think Ollie was good enough to be Claire’s hero. Laughing to herself as she accepted everything that had happened, Ollie wished she could tell someone about this.
Not just someone, butJackson.
After dance class,Ollie picked up dinner on her way home. Since she wasn’t working that evening, it meant she could spend some time with Grant. The whole way home, her brain filled with thoughts of Jackson—hewasattractive and charming. Ollie had never been the kind of girl who liked beefy, athletic guys and wasn’t attracted to athletes or jocks. Not because they were more popular than her, but because they were so stereotypically attractive.Everyonewanted them.
Even though she knew she was bisexual at a young age, Ollie’s first real relationship had been with a scrawny boy. He took her virginity and woke up popular one day. Then there was Nina, who wasn’t scrawny or athletic, but she was beautiful. Ollie believed she had a type in women too, but apparently Nina wasn’t the right woman. Not when Nina broke her heart into a million tiny pieces after graduation by returning to her high school sweetheart. Hermalehigh school sweetheart.
Pierce was the game changer. He was tall, attractive and incredibly smart. He looked good in suits, jeans, sweatpants and naked. Pierce was the kind of man every woman wanted. He came off the pages of a romance novel, until he showed his true colors and became the monster of her nightmares.
Moving on from Pierce had been hard, but Ollie started therapy. The first few sessions left her feeling hollow and worn out, but the more she talked about him, the more she realized how badly he treated her. For so much of the relationship, Ollie had been gaslighted and she had to remind herself that it wasn’therfault.
While therapy helped, Ollie hated being called out on personality traits she’d always been so proud of. It also made her realize she was always settling for easy, instead of being with someone who truly deserved her. That was partly why she refused to get involved in a relationship, because she never knew if she was meeting the right person or accepting every man and woman that threw themselves into her arms. Ollie had made enough bad relationship choices to know she deserved better than the people she picked.
The silence in the apartment told her she was alone—her roommate and friend, Lachlan, was most likely at a ‘writing retreat’ or warming the bed of someone new. In her bedroom, she set the food on the nightstand and checked if her vibrator was charged before stripping down to nothing.
Ollie filled up the tub, tossed in some bath salts and let the water fill. Bringing her phone and vibrator into the bathroom, she turned on one of the soft metal playlists, letting the bathroom fill up with her favorite scents and sounds. When the tub was full, Ollie turned off the water and got in, sinking until her head was submerged and stretched as she surfaced.
There was absolutely no doubt who was taking over all thought processes, because once she turned on her vibrator and pushed it under the water and between her legs, her brain filled with Jackson’s face. In the past, she’d gotten off to celebrities and random people she’d met, but this time, it was Jackson. A few weeks ago, he would have been considered random, but now, he was so much more.
Ollie swung one leg over the side of the tub as she rubbed the tip over her clit, causing her body to jerk slightly. Biting down on her lip, she turned up the setting and pushed the vibrator in, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Ollie closed her eyes and slowly fucked herself, letting the vibrator do most of the work as she moved her hips slowly, adding a little friction. Her head swam with Jackson’s face—his smile, the way he blushed, his long fingers as he held his cup, his eyes twinkling andof course, the way he said her name.
Oleander.
It seemed to echo in the bathroom and Ollie’s back arched as she pressed against her g-spot and cried out, her other hand slipping between her legs to touch and soothe her swollen clit. Whimpering, she continued to fuck herself as she played with her clit, pushing herself to the first of many orgasms that night. Crying out as she came, Ollie smiled and settled back into the tub. That’s when she noticed in all her writhing and moving, she’d splashed water over the edge of the tub.
Laughing softly, Ollie turned off her vibrator and sat up to unplug the tub. There would be no more sitting in bathwater, not when she’d built herself into hunger. Standing up, she used the shower and quickly washed herself, washed her vibrator, and with a towel wrapped around her body, stepped outside to plug it in. She turned the music off, put her phone on charge as well and tugged on an old t-shirt and shorts before going to get herself the box of sushi and a tall glass of wine.
