Page 11 of Allegiant

Keep moving.

The sound of slow clapping has my eyes flying open. I whirl around to see the man from Rounds lounging against the wall. He’s wearing a leather jacket this time, and dark jeans. He looks good. Dangerous, even. My cock stirs.

“Very impressive.”

My eyes dart to the door. The bolt I slid across after everyone left is still in place. “How did you get in here?”

He smirks. “I’m a man of many talents.”

My blood heats. “I remember.”

A shadow passes over his face before he smooths it away. I wait for him to say more. To explain how he made it into a locked room without me seeing or hearing him. Or how he found me in the first place.

But he just watches me.

I flash back to the other night. To how he watched me on the bed before taking me apart with his hands and mouth. The memory loosens my tongue. “Was I so captivating that you had to resort to illegal activities to track me down?”

“Someone’s got an ego.” His eyes slowly roll down my body. “And illegal is fun.”

I move until I’m in front of him, close enough for my pointe shoes to brush against his steel-toe boots. “I never break the law, so I wouldn’t know, and my ego is a well-deserved one, given you’re stalking me after one night together and you don’t even know my name.”

“Oh, I know your name, Rowan Mitchell.” The syllables drip like honey from his tongue. “I know more than you think.”

I should step away, I know this. This man is waving more red flags than a bullfighter.

But he’s also distracting me. It’s hard to think with him this close.

Which is exactly what I need.

I smile and tilt my head. “That doesn’t seem fair. I don’t know anything about you…other than that you’re a terrible dancer.”

He scowls. “There are other things I’m good at, as you know.” I blush, and he adds, “And I am not a terrible dancer. I’ve been practicing. And practice makes fucking perfect.”

Aw, now I feel bad. I didn’t realize he felt strongly about dance. I arch an eyebrow and step to the side. “Oh? Really. Go on, then. Show me.”

The lines on his forehead deepen. “Now? Here?”

“We are in a dance studio.” I laugh. “But don’t worry. I’ll let you off in exchange for your name.”

“Those are my options? To dance or give you my name?”

“One does seem easier than the other…”

“Samson,” he blurts out. His eyes widen like he’s surprised to hear himself say it. He sighs and then repeats himself. “My name is Samson.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” I say. “Funny how I’ve had your tongue in my ass but didn’t know your name until now.”

Samson’s lips curve. “Good to know I was memorable.”

“Oh, there was no question of that,” I say lightly. “The question remains as to what you’re doing here and how you found me.”

He puts a foot against the wall, the action brushing his knee against my thigh. My cock stirs at the gentle touch. “Your face is plastered over half the city.”

The realization falls into place. “You’ve seen the posters for the show.”

Samson hums. “Didn’t realize I got seduced by a celebrity.”

I twirl away to hide my blush, only to be confronted with the mirror that runs all the way along the wall. Fuck.