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“Amelia isn’t as sassy as Tierra and Tina. You forget she hasn’t been living for the last ten years.” I don’t want anyone testing her. I walk towards them as Gerry and Marcus start to move in. I relax, watching Amelia swaying and grinding with Gerry.
“Looks like we got our own company.” Andy grins. I turn and we got three ladies, eyeing us like candy. They don’t even compare. I turn my attention back to Amelia who is rocking it with Gerry. The douches are still hanging close. I feel hands run up my chest from behind. I look down and turn, about the same time, Amelia is right here. She gave her that ‘get the fuck off bitch’ look she shot at the guys on the boat. She has the chick’s hands in hers removing them from my body. She doesn’t say anything, she’s watching me—with sultry eyes—waiting.
I wrap her body into mine. “Are you mine?” she whispers, shaking her hips against me.
“Only yours Amelia.” I grin at her jealousy.
“I don’t want to share you with others.” She wraps her body into mine, swaying to the beat.
“I wasn’t remotely interested sweetheart.” She’s laying her cards out there for me.
“Good!” She releases me, trailing her fingers around my hips as she returns to dancing with Tierra and Tina. She’s grinning, watching me.
“Looks like the Lioness staked her claim.” I laugh at Gerry.
“She certainly did.” I’m beaming. She wasn’t about to play.
“Looks like you’re going to either have to do the same or let some guy think he has a chance.” I look at Marcus and follow his eyes. The douche is trying to make his play. He’s dancing behind her. Looking like he wants to devour her. I can read his eyes. He’s holding two drinks.
“Playing the drink card.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t think so,” I growl, moving in her direction. He whispers to her, she shakes her head and ignores him. Gerry is right behind me. I stop to see if he takes the hint. He grins, watching her, and hands the drinks to some other chicks dancing. He grabs Amelia’s hips. Tierra slaps his hands off her.
“Problem?” I was right there, but felt like I couldn’t get to her fast enough. The dude meets my chest.He must be average height.
“This dick dweeb wasn’t getting the hint; Amelia didn’t want to dance with him,” Tierra yells over the music. Andy wraps his arm around her waist. Michael comes up to Tina.
I reach my hand out, knocking him aside. “Come on sweetheart.” She wraps herself around me. “If she doesn’t bite with the drink card, all bets are off buddy.”
“Yeah,” Andy barks.
“You mind your manners … keep your hands off,” Michael growls.
“You all ready to hit another club scene?” I look at Amelia, she grins and nods.
AMELIA
Wow this club has the red-carpet entrance too. I look up as Quinton is holding his hand out for me to take. There are flashes and people everywhere. These must be celebrity rich clubs. They don’t know we’re just regular people. Well, as far as regular Joes go who own yachts and their own corporation.
“You look hot,” Quinton whispers, kissing my cheek as we greet the doorman. Same procedure as last time, we’re greeted and taken to his VIP lounge.
“Another perk of being Mr. Starks.” I grin.
“Now you’re getting it,” he teases as we sit down. He orders me the same tropical concoction I had at the last dance club.
“Tierra doll.” I look to a man’s voice. She turns, squealing loudly. I look at Quinton, he rolls his eyes. Andy doesn’t look happy.
“Who is that?” I yell in Quinton’s ear.
“Her sleaze-ball manager,” Quinton quips. “Andy hates him.” I remember him telling me that before. I grin as Quinton slides my drink over, sipping it. Tierra is completely lost in her model talk now. She looks over Andy’s shoulder and I follow her eyes. A group of girls are waiving and wanting her to join them.
“Andy, some of the girls from the photo shoot are here. I’m going over. You want to come with?” she asks him.
“Nope, think I’ll pass.” He throws his shot back. I look at Quinton. He’s not paying much attention to his friend, who’s clearly getting pissed.
“What are you thinking sweetheart?” he asks, looking over the dance floor, his hand taping to the beat.
“Andy doesn’t look happy.” He doesn’t seem concerned with his friend at the moment. “Are you going to ask me to dance or keep scoping the area?” He laughs, standing.
“You want to dance sweetheart?” I nod, taking his hand. I hear him whisper something to Andy.
