Page 81 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I stare at his face, his expression so earnest, and something inside me ruptures. I feel like I’m bleeding out. I can feel my face heating up.

I swallow, take my sketchpad from him, and close it up. “Sure, that’d be good. Thanks.”

I put my pad down and rest back, watching the TV.

I can feel Vaughn’s eyes on me, but I don’t say anything.

It’s at the part when Romeo and Juliet are getting married, and that cute kid starts to sing “When Doves Cry.”

“I love this song,” I murmur.

“The Prince version or this one?”

I turn my face to him. “I like this one, but nothing beats Prince’s version. I can’t believe he’s gone.”

“I know.” Vaughn sighs. “I was lucky enough to meet him once.”

“Really?” I turn my body to his. “What was he like?”

“Cool. Awesome as fuck. Everything you’d expect him to be. I was at this party of some big music producer, and Prince was there. He and a few other musicians started doing an impromptu jamming session. I got to see him sing live. It was amazing.”

“I can only imagine.”

“It’s one perk of my lifestyle.” He doesn’t sound happy when he says that.

“I’m sure there’s more than one.”

He glances at me, and his eyes stay on mine. “There are a few things. Meeting you was, of course, one.”

“Of course.” I grin.

He picks up his phone and starts playing with it. A few seconds later, Prince’s “When Doves Cry” starts to play.

He mutes the TV and stands up on the bed, holding out a hand to me. “Dance with me?”

“Dance with you?” I stare up at him.

“Yeah. I know how much you love a good twerk.”

“This isn’t really twerking music, West.” I smile.

“Well, maybe I just want to dance with you, so I can use it as an excuse to grope your ass.”

I laugh. “Like you need an excuse.”

“Come on, dance with me, Pins.” He moves his open hand closer to me.

So, I slip mine in and let him pull me to my feet. He brings me close to him and starts to move us on the bed.

I link my arms around his neck. His hands go to my back and then slide lower where he squeezes my ass, grinning at me.

I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think you know how to be serious.”

“Hey, I can be serious when I want to be.”

“Like when?”

“Like when I’m licking your pussy and making you come. I’m seriously concentrating then.”