The Final Catch: Book 2: See Jane Hex (The Tarot Sorceress Series) by Rhea Rose Page A

he will be,” Maisie said, and she sounded very sure of herself.
    “I'd like to see how that's done.” I said and I meant it.
    “All in good time Jane.”
     
     
     



Chapter 7
Nine of Swords: Gangnam Style
    I finally got the nerve to open the washroom door, but not without the kimono wrapped tightly around my near nakedness. I really wasn’t comfortable with the idea of showing anyone what this nearly nothing outfit looked like on me. I peeked out from behind the door and blew Emilia and Maisie a raspberry of exasperation. “This isn't going to happen.”
    The two women exchanged concerned looks.
    “Let's see. Come on outta there, will ya?” Emilia said.  I stepped out but with the kimono pulled tight, which was very tight considering I was pretty much naked underneath.  The strangest feeling came over me when I stood before them.
    “I feel like dancing, like I feel all snaky and monkey,” I said.  I liked the feeling.  I began to wiggle and jiggle and did a little turn, which made me, want to do more. I looked over at Maisie and she gave me one of her wisdom smiles, like I was doing everything the way she wanted me to.
    “Of course you feel like dancing,” she said.
    Then it clicked.  It had to be magic in the costume that made me want to dance, but there wasn’t enough costume to hold the volumes of magic needed to give me any ability to dance.  I’m pretty sure it was the power of suggestion, and the power of these two staring at me as if they expected me to turn into a butterfly, or something.
    “Magic? Right. This costume is magical?” I needed reassurance.
    “Didn't I say that already?” Emi said.
    I still wore the kimono over the costume and I have to admit that I was pleased with the idea that Maisie made me a magic dance costume, even if it did look like two strings of Christmas lights wrapped around me. I suppose my pleasure showed because Maisie said, “Only the best for you, sweetie.” She snapped her fingers and something about the sound of that snap made me once again want to dance a little.
    So I did.
    I felt very sensual and attractive for some reason and deduced that it had to be something the G-string was doing to me. I played with the kimono and teased it into falling partially open.  I unbelted it and did naughty things with the belt.  Maisie and Emi nodded their heads as if to let me know I was making all the right moves. My dance became more intense and I toyed with the idea of letting the kimono drop to the floor. I heard strip tease dance music in my head and began to giggle like Marilyn Monroe. Emilia and Maisie exchanged looks of surprise. Maisie clapped her hands to urge me on. “Well done, Jane,” she said.
    “Maisie, you're a-maisie-ing. I've got talent I've never possessed.”  I was really getting into the sultry swing of the dance and feeling like a movie star when I decided I’d waltz into the next room, my kimono barely hanging from my shoulders.
    “You underestimate yourself.” Maisie said as she quickly followed me to the front of the shop.  Emilia hurried in too, not wanting to miss the show, or so I thought, until out of the blue Emilia began her taekwondo patterns around me. They looked a lot like dance moves and the next thing I know the two of us were doing a strange and weird dance number. At first I thought Emilia was trying to upstage me, but then I realized she was in the groove of the whole moment and so I went with it.
    Imagine Madonna and a Jackie Chan doing a dance number together.
    Maisie barely held it together. I felt a little hurt; after all I thought I was pretty good. She stood hands on hips, shaking her head at the two of us and laughing. Then she started to clap out a little beat for us. If anyone was awkward and funny it had to be Emilia. But she was really into her moves and tried to coordinate her steps around mine. The next thing I knew she pulled out her sword and made it part of the routine.  I scooted by her, and tried hard