Learning

Sammi POV

When I wake up, I realise how late it is. Grabbing clothes to wear tonight, I throw them in a bag along with shoes. I put on a pair of shorts and a cropped top. I would wear leggings, but if I'm practising, I need to be in something similar to what I'll be wearing when working.

So, dancing in leggings won't help, as the friction will undoubtedly be different when dancing on the pole. Rushing down, my plan is to grab something quick for breakfast. I've thrown my hair up into a messy bun. As I get into the kitchen, the guys turn and look at me.

Throwing some bread into the toaster, I walk to the fridge and get a bottle of water out.

“Late for something?” Zade looks at me.

“Work,” I mutter as I grab the toast out.

“Work? You were there till gone four, and they expect you back in already?” His words are loud, and my eyes roll.

“I'm not going there to work, but I'm meeting some of the ladies to get to know them. That's all.” I shrug and begin to butter the toast.

“Which club