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“We did,” he affirms. “I kept my end of the bargain. It’s time for you to keep yours.”
I can’t follow him.
Dozens of people were spellbound by the show he put on. I’ll barely turn a head once I start singing.
The band begins to play as a woman grabs the microphone and starts crooning an Adele ballad off key.
That I can follow.
“I’ll go next,” I promise as I take the last sip of my glass of house red wine.
“Let me guess.” He rests his hand on the table, leaning against it. “You’re inspired by her so you’ll be serenading us with your version of an Adele song.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “That’s not my style.”
He places his beer bottle on the tabletop. “What’s your style?”
“Britney.”
His eyes narrow. “Spears?”
I look over at the stage and the woman who is now on her knees pouring her heart into the song as the crowd sways back and forth listening to her every word.
When I turn back to Alexander, his eyes are pinned to my face.
“I know the lyrics to all of her songs,” I say proudly.
“I can’t wait to see this.” He pushes the sleeves of his sweater up to reveal his muscular forearms. “I’ll be cheering you on.”
I take a swallow from his beer, turn on my heel and march toward the stage, hoping with everything I am that I pull this off.
Chapter 21
Alexander
I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.
Olivia can sing. She belted out her own rendition of “Baby One More Time” as the crowd cheered her on.
Any reservations she had when the song started were gone by the end of the first chorus.
She was beaming as she pranced around the stage, shaking her lush ass.
I was hard halfway through the song and aching to be inside of her by the time she rushed back to our table.
I had to sit to hide my erection.
We’re outside now, standing in front of the Pink Parlor while she contemplates our next move.
I was sure she’d want to head home, but she’s game for the night to continue. So am I.
Every moment we spend together brings me closer to fucking her.
Jesus, I want to fuck this woman.
“You’re thinking about dessert, aren’t you?” she asks as she looks down the barren sidewalk.
I shake my head. “I’m thinking about your ass.”
