Page 63 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

I was slowly losing my mind. All I could think about was sex.

"Yes."

"Then let's see what you've got." Tim hit play on his phone and a Spanish sounding song started playing.

I didn't know what the dance was supposed to look like, but from what I could tell, Lucas did awesome. All of his movements were crisp and on beat. Is this the actual dance? There were more hip thrusts than would generally be appropriate, but I guess it was a strip dance. And maybe I was just imagining it because I was so freaking horny.

Tim hit stop on his phone. "Great, thank you, Lucas. I'll email you later tonight to tell you if you made it or not."

"Thank you for the opportunity." Lucas turned and left the room.

When the door was closed, Tim turned to us. "So what'd you guys think?"

"I thought he did great," I said.

"Yeah, he seemed good," agreed Bryce.

Tim nodded. "I agree. My only concern were his looks. I thought he looked a little weird."

"I thought he was cute," said Kristen.

"Alright then, I guess that's a yes for him. Kristen has a great eye for the attractiveness of male features. Let's get the next..."

The door opening interrupted Tim. A woman with a measuring tape around her neck walked into the studio.

"Can I help you?" asked Tim.

"Hi, I'm Annie. I'm the stylist."

"Ah, excellent. Is what I sketched out going to work?"

"Yes, I think so. I just need to measure the girls and then I'll be able to get to work. It's going to be a rush, but I can make it happen."

"Great. Girls, will you please go with Annie to get measured?"

I kind of wanted to sit here and keep daydreaming. There was no point in me getting measured. There wouldn't be a tiebreaker. And if there was, Kristen would do it. "Sure," I said instead and followed Kristen and Annie into an adjacent room.

"Strip down to your panties and bras," Annie said as soon as the door was closed.

I glanced at Kristen. But she didn't hesitate at all. She pulled off her jersey and slid off her spandex shorts. Okay. I stripped down to my underwear and sports bra too.

Annie was a master with a measuring tape. She expertly wrapped it around us, writing down measurements in her notebook. I was a little suspicious of some of the measurements. Like the one that ended an inch under my ass. And the one that just ran from right under my breasts to right above my underwear line. Whatever outfit Tim had sketched must have been as miniscule as possible. But it was a strip dance. The outfits had to be sexy.

"I hope you girls like sparkles," Annie said as she wrote down a few more things in her notebook.

Kristen laughed. "Perfect, that's what I requested. Tim is really doing a good job, don't you think?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I'll be right back," Annie said. "I'm going to go grab a few fabric options."

As soon as Annie left, I turned to Kristen. "About Tim...what's going on between you two?"

Kristen shrugged. "What do you mean? He's such a gentleman, don't you think?"

"Mhm. But did something happen between you two?"

Kristen laughed. "Of course. He won a silver medal yesterday. I had to congratulate him."

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