“You, blush? Please, I think the only time I’ve ever seen you blush is when you were being spanked by the owner of that basketball team!”
Out the corner of her eye, she saw Phillip’s eyebrow cock up before looking back at the stage at the group that was dancing. She liked having him there. After spending a glorious night with him, she was feeling pretty amazing as they waited for her group to hit the stage. They were lucky that the group was performing early so Phillip could catch it before rushing off to the arena for the game that night. Reese hated that she would miss it, but she had some smaller groups performing tonight. Claire and the rest of the girls were stretching while Reese checked out the competition. Reese was only worried about two other studios and knew she needed to watch but she’d much rather talk with Mrs. Prissy.
“Haha, good times, Brent and I dated for a long time after that.” She smiled as she relived the moment and then shook her head, looking back at Reese. “So you’ve been good, I see? I was worried at first when you came home from New York, but obviously that was the greatest decision of your life.”
“I am very happy.”
“Good, I can tell. You are simply gorgeous, girl. I mean goodness, you are glowing.”
Reese smiled. “Thank you.”
“I’m very proud of you. I’ve been watching your girls all weekend, fabulous is the only thing I can say. That redhead you got, Claire? She danced with that one boy.”
Reese noticed Phillip turn again as she said, “Yeah, Claire Anderson.”
“Simply phenomenal. She rocked that stage. She reminds me of a special someone I know,” she said with a wink.
Reese giggled. “I agree. She is going to rule the dance world.”
“Or maybe even the Burlesque world. The girl is sexy and dances that way.”
Reese shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m hoping for headlining tours with big names.”
Miss Prissy smiled. “That too, you should have done both, but it wasn’t what the good Lord had in his plans for you.”
“You’re right.”
“Okay, well, I wish I could stay and chat for hours but I need to go. Do me a favor though; I need you to call me, meet up for lunch because I need some new stuff for the stage. A few of my girls quit and now the ones I have left can’t come up with jack. Help me, please?”
Reese nodded. She’d walk through fire for Miss Prissy. The woman was her source of income when she was going through college and dance school. She was the reason Reese had no debt and the main reason she had the dance company. She had put the capital down, and Reese had just paid her off a year ago. “Of course, I don’t even know why you are asking. Just tell me.”
She let out a gut-busting laugh as she reached for Reese, hugging her tightly. “I’d do no such thing. I am lucky to have such an amazing young lady in my life.”
Reese closed her eyes and hugged her back. “And I’m lucky to have you.”
“Good,” she said, backing away before cupping Reese’s face. “Call me when you get back.”
“Will do.”
“Great, oh by the way, did you see that poor excuse for a man? He’s here. I flicked him off and told him to eat dirt.”
Reese laughed as she waved her off. “Yes ma’am, and that’s a story for our lunch.”
“Awesome. See you soon.”
Miss Prissy kissed Reese’s cheek before strutting away like she owned the place. A smile played on Reese lips as she turned to look up at the stage. When she felt someone staring at her, she turned to see Phillip watching her, his brows up as he asked, “Who was that?”
“Mrs. Prissy, a longtime friend. I used to work for her.”
“Oh cool,” he said with a nod, “Burlesque?”
Reese smiled. “Yup.”
“Isn’t that like stripping?”
She shrugged. “Kinda.”
“So you were a stripper?”
Reese giggled. “Sort of. No man saw my tits or kitty if that’s what you’re asking.”