Cami shoves the door open, and we follow her inside.
‘It’s a fun place to work. I’ve been here for almost six months. We’re hiring, by the way,’ Cami says over her shoulder while she struts through the room, waving and greeting each person she passes.
It’s a dimly lit place, with lots of high tables and dark, patterned couches scattered throughout the room. My eyes drift towards one of the many poles situated throughout the dance floor and a shiver ofsomethingruns down my spine. I would love to know what it feels like to dance on one of those.
As if reading my mind, Cami smirks at me. ‘You game?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Give it a go.’ She raises a hand towards the pole closest to us.
A blush kisses my cheeks and I shake my head. ‘I am not coordinated enough to look good doing that.’
‘Practice makes perfect.’ She winks.
‘Can you dance?’ I ask.
‘I was dancing before I could walk.’
‘Do you compete?’
‘Not as much as I used to, but yeah. I mostly cheerlead now.’
‘Can you pole dance?’ Nora asks, eyeing the pole to her right with a curious expression on her face.
‘Yeah, I pole dance a lot.’
‘Show us!’ Nora and I exclaim at the same time.
Shrugging off her bag and kicking off her sandals, Cami climbs onto the stage. She circles it, placing her hand onto the pole and sending us a wicked grin. ‘Watch and learn, ladies.’
Elegantly, she twists, her leg extending before wrapping around the pole. She tosses her head, bends her arm behind her and arches her back in a way that I could never. The way her body moves and twists looks effortless. My eyes widen in awe as she climbs up higher, flipping so that she hangs upside down. She shimmies down the pole and finishes her performance in the splits. She extends her neck, and her gorgeous black hair tumbles down her back. When she stands, she bows towards the men who are now hollering. She leaps off the stage and beams at us.
‘Dancing is my happy place,’ she says, enjoying the fact that our jaws have practically divorced our faces.
‘You’re incredible at it!’ Nora gushes, squeezing her arm.
‘I go to a class every Thursday night for it. You both should come!’
Nora’s face falls and she steps back. ‘I couldn’t do that.’
‘Why not?’ Cami demands, a crease appearing between her brows.
Nora lazily flicks her hand towards her body.
‘You’re both gorgeous as fuck and would have a great time at the class. If you want to come, it’s at the dance academy studio every Thursday at seven.’
Turning her back to us, she strides towards the bar. We exchange glances before following her. We order our drinks and find a secluded booth at the back of the room. The bar is bigger than I expected, and busy for this time of afternoon. Everything about this place is ultra-modern and chic.
‘Okay,’ Nora says as she sits down opposite me. ‘Spill the beans on the brother’s best friend.’
Cami gasps, swivelling to face me. She takes a long, obnoxious slurp of her drink. Leaning forward, she smirks. ‘Brother’s best friend? Tell me more.’
Groaning, I sink into the seat. ‘It’s a giant complication that I don’t have the energy for.’
‘Spill the tea, sis!’ Cami urges, tapping her hand impatiently on the tabletop, her bracelets jingling together.
‘Basically, I’ve always been into him. It was embarrassingly obvious to everyone when we were growing up. But as we got older, he seemed to return my feelings. Whenever we were seeing other people, we both had the same problem – our partners always had an issue with Mason and I hanging out.’
