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23

"Here we are!" Sadie parks the car at a small farm. There's a small building but the rest of the property is field, where the strawberries and other fruits are.

"Wow, there's like no one here," Tatum comments as they get out.

"Well, I called ahead. Didn't want people to bother us," The redhead explains, "I just want it to be you and I."

Tatum smiles. A worker comes over.

"Hi! Welcome to Thompson Farms. You can pick as many strawberries as you want and we'll weigh them at the end," She explains. She gives them two baskets, "The entrance to field is over there and you can come inside when you're finished."

"Thank you," Sadie answers. She grabs Tatum's hand and begins to lead her over to the entrance, "So, how are you liking the Academy?"

They walk down the first line of strawberries, beginning to pick the ones they want.

"It's good. It's an amazing school," Tatum answers. She puts two strawberries in her basket.

"And what do you think of us?" She asks, putting three in her basket.

"What do you mean?"

Sadie turns to face Tatum, with a grin across her face, "You know what I mean."

Tatum blushes, "I think you're all amazing and beautiful. I'm definitely sure of what decision I'll make, but I want to still go out with Emma before I confirm it."

"Meaning?" Sadie asks with her back turned, picking strawberries from another plant.

"Meaning that I'll tell you my decision about joining the relationship after my date with Emma," Tatum smiles, knowing that Sadie's trying to get her to reveal her decision.

"You could tell me now," Sadie grins, "I won't tell the others."

Tatum cocks her head to the side. Right now, Sadie's letting her good girl behaviors slip away, only slightly, but enough for Tatum's dominant side to come out.

"You can wait," She says more sternly. Sadie stops her attempts, wanting to be good for Tatum.

"Okay, fine," The redhead sighs.

"Can I ask you a question?" Tatum asks.

"Yeah, of course."

"How did you meet the other girls?" She asks. They walk farther into the field, finding another strawberry plant.

"Well, I met Jenna and Emma at a Chanel event," Sadie comments, "We all sat together at the same table."

"And Mikey?"

Sadie looks down, her smile gone.

"What's wrong?" Tatum asks.

"I just... I don't want your opinion of us to change if I tell you," Sadie explains. Tatum sets her basket down. She takes the redhead's basket and puts it on the ground. She takes Sadie's hands in hers.

"Whatever you tell me, it won't change my opinion of you," Tatum says softly. Sadie's mouth pricks back into a grin, "Unless you're like murderers. That might change my opinion."

Sadie laughs and her smile returns.

"We're not murderers," Sadie states.

"Oh good," Tatum jokes. The girls laugh for a second before picking their baskets back up. It's silent for a moment before Sadie speaks.

"Mikey was my dom. Well, still my dom. But that's how we met," She explains.

"Dom, like, bdsm-dom?" Tatum asks.