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Fang.
I don’t know why, but I want to make him proud. Without looking away, I begin to move. I begin to dance just for him.
She’s upset.
As soon as she steps onstage, even before the lights come up I know. It’s the way she holds herself. Almost as if she’s on the defense.
I don’t know how I know but I do, and I fucking hate that I don’t know what caused it. She seemed fine earlier, so what changed?
I pull my phone out and tap out a quick message.
Me: What the hell is wrong with her?
He replies instantly.
Happy: Just some girl shit. She’s fine. Stop worrying.
Easier said than done.
His nonanswer annoys the hell out of me, but I ignore it for now. I’ll ask him again after she leaves for the night.
Sighing, I slip my phone back into my pocket as the music starts and the lights come back on.
“Unholy” by Sam Smith blasts through the speakers. I can’t help but smile at her song choice. Why am I not surprised she picked a song that probably calls out half the men in the room? A groan goes out through the crowd as she drops and pops it when the song mentions it.
She has us captivated. Spellbound. Part of me feels like shit over the fact I’m watching her. I want her in the worst possible way even though I shouldn’t. I’m too old for her. She’s too young and still in college for Christ’s sake. She doesn’t need to be tied down to the likes of me.
If she were mine, though, the only dancing she would do would be in private and just for me.
The familiar fantasy fills my head.
I’m in my office sitting in my chair when there is a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Cami steps in and locks the door before leaning against it. A lace hood is pulled over her head, and her chin is tilted down.
“Do you have a minute?”
“Of course,” I tell her as I toss the pen down.
“I was wondering if I could get your opinion on a new dance I have.”
“Sure.” I go to stand, but she shakes her head.
“Stay right there.”
She pulls her phone out of the pocket on her booty shorts and taps on the screen. As the song starts to play, I roll back and away from my desk slightly. My heart races as Cami approaches me.
“What are you doing?” I rasp.
She reaches out and presses her pointer finger against my lips. “Shh, just watch and feel.”
I bite back a groan when she swivels her hips and kneels between my legs.
“Can I get you anything, Fang?”
I shake my head to try to clear my fucked-up daydream from my mind.
