Protecting You (The Boston irkpatricks #1) Read Online Free Page B

I just know it. They are both screaming for me to come out on the other end. I feel so embarrassed. As I walk out of the dressing room, my shoe gets caught on the curtain because it was oversized and dragging on the floor. I practically almost fall on the ground. I obtain my balance. I walk out and Jocelyn is on her gigantic iPad. I didn’t even know they made them that large. I hear her telling the person she was speaking to that I was coming out now.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.
    “Oh, I’m face-timing with Brendan.”
    What?! What the fuck? I’m naked here, people.
    “You Facetime?”
    “Well, he was bored and wanted to know what we were doing?”
    “Tell him to go to work.”
    “He wants to talk to you,” she said, handing me the iPad or frigging laptop, whatever you want to call it.
    I have practically no clothes on and I have to talk to this pervert. Not happening. I quickly hand it back to Jocelyn.
    “Um, I can’t talk to him right now.”
    She looks confused. I tell her to put him on hold. She walks over to me and whispers, “What’s wrong?”
    “I want to surprise him with my hair change,” I lie.
    “Oh right. Good idea.” She walks back to the ipad. “Brendan, you can’t talk to her because she wants you to be surprised with her new look.”
    So much for lying. Now, he thinks I want him to see my hair. His head is going to be huge right now. God, I just had my head in the gutter.
    She finally hangs up with him.
    “You look beautiful. The guys are going to be going nuts when they see you up there on stage. You’ll make that money in no time.”
    I feel like a prostitute. Wait until I get Watson for this. He’s going to pay for this moment.
    “I picked out several more outfits for you. They should get you through a month or so. If something doesn’t fit, we can bring it back.”
    I’m never stepping foot in this place again. Once is enough for me. I put my clothes back on and we brought all the items to the front counter. The bill came out to $5000.00. I need to know for what. I thought I was in a thrift store, not a specialty store.
    “I can put some stuff back,” I offer.
    Jocelyn refused and said Brendan insisted.
    I’m sure he did, Jocelyn, you have no idea what level his perversion goes to.
    After we put the bags in the car, I told her I needed to go to the pharmacy across the street to pick something up for the dancing class.
    I came out with a brown bag. She looked at me like I was nuts.
    “I can’t tell you what’s in the bag because you will think I’m insane.”
    “Honey, I don’t want to know.”
    We both busted out laughing.
     
    ***
    The lady at the pole-dancing class was a high energized lunatic. She had crazy frizzy hair with a leopard print leotard on. I wanted to piss myself laughing, but I held it in.
    The studio was dingy looking. I felt like I was in the movie Saturday Night Fever .
    Jocelyn told her I needed stripper training.
    “She came to the right place. Go change into your outfit you will be wearing.”
    There were poles scattered all over. Some women were getting lessons in different sections of the studio. I, unfortunately, had cat lady as a teacher. I feel like we should be dancing to Eye of the Tiger!
    I exited the back room in a black g-string and pink stilettos, opposite the outfit I tried on in the shop. I look over and Jocelyn has her head down trying not to laugh because she has no idea what I’m about to do. I have the brown bag in my hand.
    “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” I ask.
    “It’s Sashay, honey.”
    She’s really proud of that name, isn’t she?
    “Sashay, I hope you don’t mind, but there are probably seven types of STD’s on this pole alone, so I brought Clorox wipes with me.”
    Considering the look on her face, she didn’t look too happy with me.
    “I mean if you feel the need, but we do clean our equipment,” she said, sounding offended.
    “This is just for extra precautions. Think of it like wearing a