“Fuck,” I whispered as I dropped my head back and closed my eyes.
“Feeling a little tense? I bet a dance from you would ease both of our tension.”
My head jerked up as I spun around to see Sandy standing on the back porch wearing a smirk on her face.
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Fucking hell. “What did you say?”
Sandy tilted her head and smirked. “I’m guessing you don’t remember the private show you did for me and my friends during her bachelorette party.”
Sandy made a tsk-tsk sound as she moved closer to me. “Such a shame, that big ole cock sure felt good rubbing up against me.”
Trying to make light of the subject that my mother’s boyfriend’s daughter knew I had been a stripper, I let out a chuckle. “Well, this cock has rubbed up against a lot of women.”
Her smile faded some. “How would your pretty little girlfriend like to know her man was a male stripper? After all, she seems pretty innocent.”
Okay, that’s funny.
With a roar of laughter, I shook my head. “Oh Sandy, Meagan is far from innocent and she’s actually seen me in action, so she is well aware of what I did while trying to get through college.”
“What about your mom, Gray? Does she know about this little side career you had going on?”
I felt the anger begin to build as I stared into her eyes. “What are you getting at, Sandy?”
She took a step closer and went to place her hand on my chest, but I backed away as she let out a laugh. “I’m not getting at anything. I just find it kind of funny that we met before under different circumstances and now our parents are dating. That’s all.”
Lifting her hand to touch me again, I grabbed it and pushed her away. “Well let’s get something straight. What I did in the past is in the past. I’m very happy now with Meagan and I’m trying really hard to get used to the idea that our parents are dating. So, unless you’ve got something else on your mind, I say this conversation is over.”
Sandy narrowed her eyes at me as she took me in. The way she was eye fucking me certainly was going to make the rest of the evening awkward. With a deep breath in, she slowly blew it out. “I won’t deny I’m a bit disappointed. It would have been fun going down memory lane with you.”
Pushing past her, I started toward the back door and came face to face with Meagan, who looked between Sandy and me. Fuck. The last thing I wanted for Meagan to worry about was running into women I’ve danced for in the past. “What’s going on?”
Taking her hand in mine, I glanced over my shoulder at Sandy standing there with a smirk on her face. “Nothing, let’s go say goodbye to Mom and get out of here.”
Meagan remained silent the entire drive home. I wasn’t sure how much of my conversation with Sandy she heard, if any. I knew I needed to tell her what happened so she didn’t get the wrong idea, but I was pissed off and tired.
By the time we got back to my apartment, Meagan had had enough of the silence.
“Do you want to tell me what you and Sandy were talking about? The tension was so thick in the air, I could have cut it with a knife.”
I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck and sighed. As much as I didn’t want to talk about it, I knew I needed to. “Turns out a few years ago Sandy and some friends of hers had a private party at the club I used to work for.”
“Okay, so why are you so angry? Because she recognized you?”
I was somewhat stunned Meagan took that bit of information as well as she did. “I’m angry because I don’t want to be running into women I’ve danced for, and I’m pissed she came on to me.”
Meagan’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean she came on to you?”
I blew out a breath and looked away. “She tried touching me a few times and mentioned something about going down memory lane.”
“What?” Meagan shouted as I glanced back over to her. “Oh my God, I wish I had heard that.” Meagan balled her fists up and shook her head. “Oh . . . oh . . . I really want to punch her in her—”
I anxiously waited to hear where she wanted to punch Sandy. “In her what?”
“Her throat!”
Well, okay then.