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If they want to know the secret power of a woman, I’ll give them it.
As I drape myself across the stage, slowly teasing my leg high into the air, I wonder if it’s not just the audience I’m seducing but myself.
Ifeelsexy.
It’s hard not to in a scant two-piece that looks designed for a carnival rather than a school. More of my skin is on display than it ever has been in my life.
When my body undulates in time to the music, I find myself transported. Instead of somewhere brightly lit, I’m in a dark, secret world of sin and sex. A pleasure dome, where all men crave me yet none can touch me.
And yet perhaps the men would be the same there as they are here. Perhaps I’d still fantasize about the chiefs.
I slant my gaze over to them, but they’re beyond the bright lights and part of the dark faceless audience.
They’ve played with my mind all semester. They’ve toyed with my heart, feigned affection, pretended interest when they clearly had none.
But they were wrong.
Because I never wanted theirlove.
I never looked at the chiefs and wanted to swoon into their arms. No, I have Danny for that. I have someone whoactuallycares about me.
These three — well, two, because I’m not as sure about Finlay anymore — were presumptuous.
I found themhot. That’s all. I’d never have fallen inlovewith them.
They may have captured my lust but they’ll never have my heart.
Whereas I’m going to steal both from the chiefs.
And it starts now. It starts with me coming off the stage and dancing to the rhythm of the music, each furious pound another step closer to the three I’ve set my sights on.
I’m the girl who can walk through forests and survive her darkest fear.
I’m a wild thing. A creature of light and dark, of saints and sinners, of good and bad. All of it is embodied by me, and by the dance.
It feels natural.
I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying having eyes on every roll of my hips, on every tilt of my breasts. I have more power than I’ve ever had before, more people looking, more people being caught under my spell — the spell of a woman’s body.
You bet your ass God is a woman, because right now, I believe myself to be her.
The closer I get to them, the easier it is to see the three chiefs staring at me. The closer I walk to them, the wider their eyes grow — and other things too, I hope.
Luke seems curious, his eyes locked on my slowly swaying hips and the glittering string of gems around my waist. I drop into a crouch in front of the prince, never breaking eye contact as I brace my legs apart. His guards tense beside him, as though waiting for me to pounce on Luke.
I never touch him.
It’s part of the plan.
They can look but they can’t touch… and they’re doing a hell of a lot of looking.
His noble brow descends, his eyes watching my flexing body like he’s not sure whether he should approve of this. His lips have parted and his head is tilted to the side, his eyes never, ever leaving my face.
Slowly, I roll my body upright, emphasizing every curve and tossing my head back.
I feel immortal.
Finlay is entirely different from Luke. There’s an amazed grin spreading across his face, like he can’t believe his luck. As I slide my body over to him, arching my back and thrusting out my breasts, his grin only widens. His green eyes are glittering darkly, and I get the feeling that he wants nothing more than to join me — than to reach out and touch my body.
