And no, Wilma does NOT model on the side. But she wrote a book that sounds kinda interesting
It’s called Triceratops and Threesomes
NOAH
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ADIL
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ADIL
Like the dinosaur?
Yeah. Apparently dinosaur erotica is a thing
NOAH
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ADIL
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ADIL
What the hell have you been doing in London?
ADIL
Also, do you think triceratops fuck with their horns?
Noah Wilson left the conversation.
SCARLETT
The next two weeks passed in a whirlwind of dance rehearsals, training sessions, and stolen moments with Asher.
We wanted to keep our new relationship status under wraps for now, so we didn’t tell anyone except Carina and Brooklyn.
However, despite tension-soaked trainings and more than a few orgasms in both our houses, Asher and I hadn’t been on an official date yet.
Our morning trip to Kew Gardens, which I’d never visited despite being a native Londoner? Not a date.
Our late-night drinks at a secret bar followed by a tipsy walk along the Thames? Not a date.
Our weekend marathon of sex, food, and classic Hedy Lamarr movies? Not a date.
At this point, I was starting to suspect Asher didn’t know the meaning of the word.
My fingers flew over my phone’s keyboard as I entered the rehearsal hall at RAB. I’d added Carina and Brooklyn to the same group chat earlier that week. I was a bit nervous they wouldn’t get along, but I liked Brooklyn a lot, and she was new to the city.
Carina and I usually had the same gut instincts when it came to people, and I couldn’t think of a good reason why they wouldn’t mesh.
I’d introduced them when I created the chat, so I jumped right into it.
How do you guys feel about poker?
BROOKLYN
Like strip poker?
CARINA
I didn’t realize this was THAT type of group chat **eyes emoji**
Very funny
I thought we could have a girls’ night at my place. Poker and drinks. What do you think?
CARINA
I’m down. I haven’t played poker in so long though, so take it easy on me
BROOKLYN
I’d love to join as well. Just let me know when
BROOKLYN
Don’t worry. I promise not to take too much of your money 😉
“Scarlett! Good, you’re here.”
Tamara’s voice dragged my focus away from the chat and toward the stage, where the rest of the staff was warming up. She was one of RAB’s senior instructors and the rehearsal director for the showcase.
“Yvette had a last-minute doctor’s appointment, so you’ll have to dance in her place,” she said.
My heartbeat skittered to a stop. “Dance in her place?”
“Yes.” She arched her brows. “Will that be a problem?”
“No.” A cold draft swept over me, peppering my arms and chest with goose bumps. “Of course not. That’s-that’s what I’m here for.”
“Great.” Tamara left to speak with the choreographer while my feet remained rooted to the ground.
My palms grew clammy as I stared at the stage. Understudies rarely danced with the whole cast during rehearsals, and I was unprepared for the sudden call to duty.
My job was to fill in during emergencies, but now that one came up, I couldn’t shake off an angry swarm of nerves.
I’d practiced off to the side during rehearsals, and I’d memorized every piece of the performance. But there was a difference between practicing on my own and practicing with the cast.
This rehearsal would be my first full-length, full-cast performance since the accident. I felt like there should be a clear sign marking the milestone, like flashing neon lights or at least a heads-up call from Yvette.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.