The studio is empty except for a lone woman, and when she turns, I suck in a breath and smile.
“Angel.” That may not be her real name, but it’s the name she used when I met her.
She beams at me. “Savvy? I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Camden steps up beside me, brows furrowed as he looks from me to Angel and back again.
She’s got more fabric covering her body than she did the last time I saw her, in a pole dancing class, but not much more. She’s in a pair of red spandex shorts with a matching crop top, and her dark hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail.
“My boyfriend’s friends planned it,” I explain to her.
“Oh, cool! I’m teaching the class.”
“The class,” I repeat. Huh. I didn’t know she was a fitness instructor as well as a stripper, though with flexibility like she has, I guess it makes sense. Could this be a Pilates class?
And if so, isn’t that a strange couples’ night activity?
I curse myself and shake my head. There I go, being judgmental again.
Angel claps, practically bouncing on her toes. “Yes. This is going to be so fun. I have to get the playlist sorted before the rest of the class arrives, but I’m so glad you’re here.” With a squeeze to my arm, she scurries to the wall of mirrors at the front of the studio and digs a phone out of a bag.
While she scrolls, head down and back turned, Camden turns so he’s facing me directly. “How do you know Angel?”
“She’s a friend of Kacie’s.”
His eyes narrow. “And where did you say you met Kacie again?”
I frown. “Pole dancing class.”
He raises his brow. “So she’s a dancer?”
“Not everyone who takes pole dancing classes strips for a living,” I point out.
He cocks a brow but he doesn’t respond.
Finally I sigh. “But yeah, she’s a dancer. Do you have a problem with that?”
“I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I did, wouldn’t I?”
I shrug.
“So you’ve danced before?” he asks, his tone uncertain, his gaze hot on my face.
“Not professionally.” I snort. “But she’s tried to talk me into it plenty of times. She makes a killing.”
“I’m sure she does,” he grumbles.
“Camden.”
“I’m sorry.” He squeezes the back of his neck. “I just don’t like the idea of you dancing for anyone else. Especially like that.”
“Well, I don’t plan on it.” I plaster on a smile. It’s time to lighten the mood. “Not sure if you heard, but I have a hot boyfriend, and he’s more than enough for me.”
“And money-wise, you’re?—”
My stomach lurches. “Oh my god, Camden. Don’t you dare offer me money.”
His eyes fall shut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just…” He shakes his head. “When you move in, you should get rid of your place. Save that money.”
