The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 128

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 128

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I walk back to Alec and see him talking to a flirty older woman near the edge of the dance floor. He looks more
than a little uncomfortable, leaning awkwardly away and
scratching the back of his neck. I roll my eyes. Alec just can’t go anywhere without being hit on, can he? Suffice
to say, that dress does not make her look any younger…

“Hi honey,” I greet him, coming to step by his side.

He obviously catches my drift, because his arm wraps tentatively around my waist in reply. “And who is this?” I turn to the woman with an elasticated smile, which she grudgingly returns. She’s not ugly, but she’s not particularly pretty either, excuse my bitchiness. Plus, she’s like forty years old. I’m sorry, but does she really
think she stands a chance with Alec?

I mean, I originally thought that Alec would hump anything with a pulse, but I think even he’d draw the line with cougars, thank god.

“I’m Mary,” She says. “Excuse me, I’m going to go and grab a drink. Lovely to meet you.” And with that, she
scurries off before I can even slap her for wanting a toy boy. I turn to Alec and wriggle my eyebrows suggestively at his antics. “You like the older women then
Alec?”

“Shut up,” He grumbles, “She was terrifying. I’ll have nightmares.”

“C’mon,” I grab his arm and lead him back into the dance floor, “Let’s go and dance.

I called Violet in the restroom and she’s told me a few things we can do to improve our
dancing.” Alec offers me a dubious look, but takes my hand anyway as we return to the simple box step.

“Okay, you step to the right and I’ll step to the left,” I instruct, “One, two, three, go.” I step to the left and Alec
steps in the opposite direction, pulling my arm taut against his chest so that it’s uncomfortable, but not quite
painful. He grins, and then pulls me into another one of his favourite spins, ending with a flourish. “Well done,” I
say breathlessly, “Now for the dip. Put your hand on the small of my back, and I’ll lean backwards, kay?” He does
as I instruct, and I begin to dip. I’ve always had issues with trust, but call it a gut feeling- I just know that Alec isn’t going to drop me.

“Well done!” A voice calls nearby, applauding.
Thud.

“Ow Alec, what was that for?” I groan, dusting off my dress as he apologetically offers me a hand up.

My butt is aching from this stupid hardwood dance floor.

Whose idea was it to have Marble and wooden floors? Bloody safety hazard, if you ask me.

“Sorry. Your mom scared me.” His voice is sincere, but with an underlying sense of amusement.

Basically, he didn’t do it on purpose but he found it funny anyway.

I would call him a jerk or something, but to be fair, if it was the other way around I would be laughing my a-s off at him.

I turn to look at my mom, readjusting my hair
pin so that it’s no longer burrowing into my
scalp.

“What’s up mom?”

“I just thought you were doing very well until I…well, ruined it,” Mom smiles sympathetically, pecking me on the forehead, “The adults are all headed to the conference room now. The meeting shouldn’t take long, I promise
you: like an hour max.

So you guys can just do whatever
until then. Keep an eye on Jack for me, though, will you?”

She cradles my cheek with her hand, before smiling at us and walking off with the rest of the adults here tonight.

“Have fun!”

It’s basically me and Alec all alone now in the middle of a fancy country club.

The adults have gone, and Jack’s
disappeared with some other kids.

What are we supposed to do now? I turn to Alec apprehensively. “I
think we should give the dancing a miss from now on.

We don’t seem to be doing very well.” I glance around at our surroundings, wincing a little bit as I realise that we
are in fact probably the only people below 30 in this room.

Alec nods in agreement, and I turn around to
survey him. “What do you want to do now?”

“Well I was talking to one of the Founders and they said that there’s an arcade room down that corridor.

Do you wanna check it out?” He talked to the founders again?

“Yep,” He grimaces, reading my thoughts that were plainly written across my face, “I had to make pleasant
conversation with them whilst you were in the restroom, so you owe me. You got away lightly, Greene.

They were asking about our relationship.”

“Oh.”

“Yep,” He nods, “And Riley?”
“What?”

“If the founders ever ask how we met…You were a stripper that I saw at the local club.”

“What?!”

“I’m joking, jeez!” He cracks up.

“Don’t joke about something like that!”

“I think it’s about time I stifle your tampon fuse Greene: I don’t think the world could handle the explosion of bitchiness that will come of that thing. You might just be
the end of us all.”

“Alec?” I say in the sweetest possible voice.

“Yes?”

I stamp down hard on his foot, making sure the heel digs in. “My a-s is too good for your kiss.”

And that is how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen.