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Rebekah Who?

Author: Monica Findlay
last update publish date: 2026-09-05 00:51:08

Costume fittings were one of my favorite parts of a new show. There was something deeply satisfying about standing on a little platform while three people circled you with pins in their mouths and discussed your body like you weren't there.

"Turn."

I turned.

"Arms up."

I lifted my arms.

The costumer tugged at the bodice of my dress, frowned, stuck another pin somewhere dangerously close to my left breast, then stepped back. "Better."

I looked at myself in the mirror. She was right. The dress wa
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  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   Just Friends, Apparently

    By the end of our final rehearsal, I was fairly certain my feet had filed a formal complaint against the rest of my body. Opening night was tomorrow. After weeks of rehearsals, costume fittings, choreography adjustments, and our director announcing that we needed to run one particular scene just one more time, we were finally ready."That's it!" the director called from the front of the theater. "Good work, everyone. Get some rest tonight. I want you all here tomorrow with plenty of energy."I stared at him. Around me, people started applauding. I joined in, mostly because it meant we were allowed to leave.Rebekah appeared beside me. "Drinks?"I looked at her. "Is that a question or a medical recommendation?""Both.""That sounds like a great idea."She grinned. "Excellent."I glanced toward the dancers. Jay was talking to someone near the wings. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back.Rebekah noticed. "Oh, you two are disgusting.""We haven't done anything.""You're smiling at e

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   Man Conquers Car

    By seven fifteen, I was standing outside Jay's dance studio with a coffee in one hand and a very important responsibility. I was here to provide artistic feedback. Professional artistic feedback. Which meant I absolutely could not spend the entire evening staring at my boyfriend's ass. I gave myself a moment to appreciate how difficult this assignment was going to be. Then I went inside.Jay was alone in the studio, dragging a padded gymnastics block across the floor. Music played quietly from his phone."Hello, handsome!"He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Tess."I walked over and kissed him. "How was class?""Good. The kids are getting ready for their recital.""Did anyone fall down?""No.""Disappointing."He laughed. "I'm glad you came.""Are you kidding? A private dance performance? I would've paid admission.""It's practice.""Even better. Behind-the-scenes access."He shook his head and went back to arranging equipment. There were two padded blocks, a low platform, and a long exerc

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   The Next Audition

    I woke up with my face pressed against Jay's chest. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, and my leg was tangled with his beneath the blankets. For a moment, I didn't move. I just listened to him breathe.Last night had been... wow. That was an embarrassingly inadequate word for it. I was an actress. Words were supposed to be my thing. But apparently, my vocabulary had abandoned me somewhere around midnight.Jay shifted beside me. "Morning," he murmured.I tilted my head up. His eyes were still closed."Good morning."He smiled. "Sleep okay?""Very.""Good."I studied his face. His blond hair was a disaster. A beautiful disaster. I reached up and pushed a piece away from his forehead. He opened one eye."What?""Nothing.""You're staring.""I'm appreciating."He laughed softly. "Appreciating what?""You."His smile widened. I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed me back, then pulled me closer. For several wonderful seconds, I forgot that clocks existed.Unfortunately, they did.

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   I Love That Habit

    I kissed him again, slower this time, and felt the shift the way I always did with Jay—like the air itself had decided to pay attention. His hands settled at my waist, steady and warm, then slid under the hem of my shirt, palms spanning my back. I pressed closer. The faint scent of smoke from the fireworks still clung to both of us.“Still okay?” he asked against my mouth.“Very.”He smiled and kissed me deeper. We moved without hurry toward the couch, then past it, shedding pieces of the day as we went. My sandals. His shoes. The soft click of the bedroom door. Inside, the only light came from the small lamp on his nightstand and the distant glow of leftover sparklers still fading in my mind.Jay pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. I watched the way the muscles of his shoulders and stomach moved, the kind of strength that came from years of knowing exactly where every part of his body. I reached for the hem of my own top. He helped me out of it, then the bra, and loo

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   Patricia's Big Night

    Jay arrived at exactly two o'clock. I knew because I'd been watching out my window for the last five minutes. Not because I was excited. Obviously. I was simply monitoring traffic.He stepped out of his SUV wearing red shorts and a blue T-shirt with white stars on it, his blond hair looking particularly fluffy. I grabbed my bag and practically ran downstairs."HI!"He laughed as I came through the door. "Hi, Tess.""Happy Fourth of July!""Happy Fourth."I threw my arms around him and kissed him. He caught me around the waist. "Someone's in a good mood." He laughed and opened the passenger door. "Ready?""Absolutely. Let's go meet Steve's mother."He sighed. "It's going to be a long afternoon."Jay's parents' backyard looked like a Fourth of July advertisement. Red, white, and blue decorations hung from the patio. A long folding table was covered in food, and someone had set up lawn chairs around a firepit. There were coolers full of drinks, a grill smoking near the fence, and enough

  • MY FORBIDDEN SHOWMANCE   Red, White, and Way Too Early

    Someone was pounding on my door. Not knocking. Pounding.I opened one eye. My bedroom was still dark enough that I considered going back to sleep. Then the pounding started again.Oh, for fuck's sake.I grabbed my phone. 8:03 a.m. On a holiday. A holiday when I didn't have rehearsal. This had to be some sort of crime.I dragged myself out of bed, stumbled into the living room, and opened the door. Rebekah stood in the hallway wearing denim shorts, a red tank top, and a ridiculous pair of red star-shaped sunglasses. She was smiling. Why was she smiling at eight in the morning?"WE'RE GOING TO THE PARADE!"I stared at her. "What?""The Fourth of July parade!"I blinked. "Why is the parade so early?""Because it's a morning parade.""That's a terrible explanation."She laughed. "Get dressed!"I looked down at myself. I was wearing pajama shorts and Jay's blue T-shirt. Rebekah looked down too, then grinned. "Oh, that's cute.""Don't start.""Is that Jay's?""No. I broke into a stranger's

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