Page 13 of Wicked Dance
Blitz laughs. “Here’s your sweater, Princess,” he says, passing it to me.
I don’t care that I don’t have a bra on. The sweater is fuzzy and will hide me. I jerk it over my head.
“So close,” Blitz says. “I almost had you.”
I reach over for the jeans and plop onto the seat, pulling them on as fast as possible. Only when they are zipped and snapped do I calm down.
Blitz moves back to his seat. “This is going to take a while to settle down.” He gestures to his crotch in the satiny jazz pants. It’s bulging out rather spectacularly.
“I thought you wanted pie,” I say demurely.
“To hell with pie,” he says, but he pulls his own jeans out of the bag.
When we’re both put together, Blitz in his hat and shades, and me with my hair in enough order to pass muster, we get out of the car.
The driver walks a little ahead, watching for anyone who might spot us. We enter the diner, which has red chairs lining a bar that surrounds a red-brick work area with cooks in white hats.
I hold on to Blitz’s hand and whisper, “This place is amazing!”
“Wait till you try the pie,” he says.
The chairs are full other than two on the far side, tucked near the wall. We take them and pick up a laminated menu.
“Just get one of everything,” I say. “I’m not wearing those stupid cutouts anymore.”
“You have no idea what I wanted to do to those cutouts,” Blitz says.
“Oh, I can probably figure it out.” We grin foolishly at each other behind the oversized menus, and I’m struck with the similarity to the scene in the movieGrease. I saw it so long ago, before movies were banned at home.
Blitz orders a pair of burgers and all three of their signature pies. By the time we eat it all and stumble outside, I’m doubly glad I’m not in the green dress anymore. My belly bump is a food baby.
“I guess it’s on to the studio now,” Blitz says.
“Aren’t we early?” I ask.
“Yeah, but it might be fun to look around. I don’t think you saw much of it when you were on the show.”
“Just the dressing room, some viewing room, and backstage,” I say.
“Oh, there’s lots of fun places.” He leans forward. “Let’s head on over,” he says to the driver.
I’m excited to be headed back to the studio where I first changed my life for Blitz.
Just like last time, I have no idea what might be in store for us there.
