Page 19 of Primal Urges

Alexis shook her head. “I’ve tried that, but everyone local is already booked or can’t make it.”

“I could do it,” a voice beside Cade offered.

They both looked up to see Lucas standing next to Cade with a tray full of empty glasses.

He placed the tray down on the bar and slid in between Caden and the barstool next to him.

“What sort of dance do you need to learn?”

“Anything. I’m not much of a dancer when there’s no pole in front of me.” Lucas and Caden exchanged a look. “Oh! You know what would be cool? Learning that fancy dance named after Walt Disney.”

“Walt Disney?” Lucas asked, looking confused as hell. “Oh! Do you mean the waltz?”

“Yeah! That’s the one. Do you know that dance, Luc?” Alexis’s eyes lit up at the possibility that she might have found her new dance instructor.

“Well, yeah, I know how to waltz. But for that, I would suggest that I teach both you and your fiancé. Then, at least, you can both dance together,” Lucas suggested.

“Were you a dance teacher or something?” Alexis asked, leaning up against the bar and showing the guys why her husband was really marrying her.

Her tits were two sizes too big for her body. There was no chance in hell that they were natural, but that didn’t matter to her fiancé, Jake. He loved boobs and took every opportunity to remind people that he did.

“Umm, no. I studied musical theater in college.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! Did you do any musicals or plays? I love seeing musicals,” Alexis gushed.

One would never guess, given the large number of tattoos that stained her body.

Alexis was a blend of Pamela Anderson fromBaywatchand Katey Sagal, who played Gemma inSons of Anarchy. Little did people realize that she was also a closeted Broadway diva—apparently.

Lucas’s face flushed. He glanced around the bar as if worried that someone might have overheard them.

Was he embarrassed?

Caden was still having trouble trying to read the boy’s body language.

“I did a few shows in college and had a few auditions before—” His voice caught in his throat. A pained look flashed across his face. Clearly, this was something that he was not comfortable discussing. “Well, anyway, whatever dances you want to learn, I can teach you.”

Lucas picked up the tray and walked around the bar to where the dishwasher was tucked away. He opened the latch and began loading the dirty glasses.

“Ah! I’m so excited! You’re the best.” Alexis pulled out her cell and unlocked it. “Give me your number, and I’ll set something up.”

Lucas’s body tensed. He remained bent over for a moment before slowly straightening up.

“Umm, actually, I don’t have a cell phone.”

“What?” Alexis looked shocked, like her best friend had just told her that the sky was actually a deep shade of orange instead of a gentle, soft blue. “How do you not have a cell phone? Can people actually function without one?” Then her eyes widened. “Oh, is it some kind of weird religious thing or something?”

It was clear that Alexis had trouble fathoming that someone could actually survive not being a slave to their phone.

Alexis’s social media feed read like an audition forBiker Chicks Gone Wild. There wasn’t a thing that she and Jake did that didn’t end up on that damn thing. Caden was surprised that they hadn’t started anOnlyFanspage, given some of the pretty raunchy videos that they sometimes posted.

Caden had to admit that he had popped a boner a time or two while scrolling through her page. Seeing her and Jake in that hot tub video they had posted had made his jeans painfully tight.

“Umm, no. I just… don’t have one.” The boy’s face was beet red as he continued to stack the washer with mugs and pint glasses.

Caden had never met a person who didn’t own a cell phone. Well, perhaps his grandparents when he was younger. But that was before cell phones became an extension of people’s bodies.

Alexis was right. How did the boy function without a cell phone? How did he pay his bills? Post on social media? Watch porn?

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