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Jackson:I thought this was a booty call.
Oleander:I’m getting ready for an afternoon with toddlers in tutus.
Jackson frowned and realized she’d probably taken on more classes before her shift at the Barrel.
Jackson:I can spend time with you without getting you naked, even if that is all I want to do.
Oleander:I can call in sick at the Barrel tonight.
His heart stalled and Jackson smiled. Oleander was willing to give up one of her shifts at the bar to spend the evening with him. How could he refuse that offer?
Jackson:How about I come to your toddlers in tutus session and take you for an early dinner?
Oleander:I actually wanted to take you somewhere, but naked time after?
Jackson:Most definitely, my lady.
Oleander:Oooh, are we going to role play?
Jackson snorted, but the image of Oleander dressed up like a bar wench was seared in his brain. Especially if she wore one of those dresses that pushed her boobs up.
Jackson:I could be open to it.
Oleander:I know a place we can get costumes.
Jackson:I’m on my way.
Jackson packed up his things, making sure to let Carson know he wasn’t going to be home that evening. He stuffed his laptop into his bag, fully prepared to take on some more work later—it had happened too many times in the past. Thankfully, this project wasn’t due till the end of next week, so he had enough time.
He wasn’t going to lie, from the minute Oleander told him she taught dance, all Jackson was thinking about was watching her dance again. He didn’t know the first thing about dancing, and she might have told him to justswayon their last date, but he had seen enough videos to know dancing was all in the hips and the confidence. Basically everything he did not possess.
When he pulled up in front of Tiny Dancers, Jackson noticed that Oleander’s car wasn’t there, which meant she had hopefully planned for his visit. He grabbed his phone and wallet, and walked into the studio only to be greeted by a whole group of women bent over their phones. But the minute the door slammed shut behind him, all those women were looking at him. A brunette behind the desk with the name of the studio printed across the front in the ugliest font arched an eyebrow at him.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“I..uh…I’m looking for Oleander?”
“You are?”
“Jackson.”
“Are you a parent or a student?”
“I’m here to pick her up.”
The brunette huffed and stepped out from behind the desk, waving him over. “Come with me.”
Jackson followed, glancing over his shoulder at the women in the waiting area and found them all back on their phones. The brunette opened a thick door and the sounds of giggling girls and all the pink in the world accosted him. “Scream if you want to be rescued.”
“Thanks?”
She rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Jackson standing there absolutely clueless. It was a pretty large studio space, with mirrors along one wall and wooden bars attached from one end to the other. In the middle, a group of little girls in different shades of pink and purple were gathered around. Some had tutus on, others were wearing leotards, but they were all looking absolutely excited about something in the huddle.
Oleander popped up from the middle of it all and he chuckled as he looked her over. Of course she was wearing a tutu, but she was also wearing one of his t-shirts—Pew Pew Pewwas written across the front in the standardStar Warsfont. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had no makeup on. As she stepped out from the circle of girls, he let his eyes trail down her body, drinking in her legs wrapped in dark lycra.
Jackson bit back the dirty words on the tip of his tongue and smiled. “Nice tutu.”
Oleander smoothed a hand over the misbehaving frills. “Thank you, kind sir. This isjustfor you.”
