He nods slowly, as if under a spell. Angelo pats my back to signal he’s giving us some privacy. He’ll also help keep the nosy vultures we call castmates away while I make sure this cutie sticks around after showtime.
Chapter Three
Konnor
“Can you do me a favor?” Brett asks.
I nod, only half listening to what he’s saying. His thumb strokes the top of my hand. It creates a ridiculous wave of arousal that sweeps through me so fast I sway from the force. I want to climb this man right here, right now.
But I can’t.
I’m at work. We’re at work. We’re coworkers.
Shaking the thought away, I tune back in to the conversation. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
Brett smiles, completely unbothered at my flustered state. “I was asking if you wouldn’t mind sticking around after the show for a little bit. I wanted to talk to you some more, but we don’t have a lot of time left.”
As if his words signal the others, people begin moving at a more hurried pace. I take a second to think over his request before slowly nodding.
“I can do that. Is there anything I should know specifically? This isn’t a hazing thing, right?”
He frowns. “No, it’s not. Has someone done something to you?”
The menace in his voice tells me he’d try to take care of whoever he thought to have done me wrong. Since I think we’d likely both end up fired, I do the only thing I can to gain his full focus again.
Lacing our fingers together, I step closer to him and put my hand on his chest. He immediately snaps his gaze to mine.
“Konnor,” he says, voice all low and gruff.
“Brett.”
His free hand comes up to keep mine in place. The pose is insanely intimate, though I barely know the guy. I feel all kinds of off-balance when he’s around. I need to get control of myself, but I really, really don’t want to.
I would rather be wrapped up in him. Would rather be anywhere else so this tension could actually lead to something more.
“You’re testing my patience, little bunny.”
“Little bunny?” I question.
He nods toward the top of my head. “Your bun is cute. Plus you give me a vibe. We can workshop it more later. You know, when you meet up with me. Because you plan to, right?”
“Yes. I’ll meet you. Where should I go?”
Brett grins, then spins me around to face the stairs near the stage. His hands land on my hips as he presses his body into mine. I almost miss his words for how aroused I suddenly get.
“You’re going to head up those stairs after all the guests clear out. There’s a room marked “Extras” with silver bubble letters. Go in there and wait for me. I’ll shower so I’m not disgusting, then I’ll come see you.”
I nod as I fight the urge to lean into him. Clearly I’m not the only one resisting the pull because his fingers tighten a second before I feel him step back.
“See you soon. Watch me tonight. I’ll be dancing for you.”
With that, he rushes past me toward the guy he was with earlier, Angelo. The two of them do a handshake move, then take off for the exact stairs he’d pointed out before.
“I’m in big trouble with that one,” I mutter to myself.
Time to get into position. My job tonight is to help keep the floor clean when the guests and dancers throw their fake bills around. The paper creates a slippery sensation on the floor. If anything is left behind between songs, someone could get hurt.
Knowing this possibility exists makes me nervous. It also makes me want to do the best damn job possible.
