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“Sit down,” Jerry commanded.
Alessandra looked wide-eyed at Noah, who subtly shook his head.
“I may not be your Dom, but you are here as my guest. You will conduct yourself accordingly. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Good girl. You will not speak unless spoken to. Is that understood?”
She nodded.
“I have a Dom coming for you this evening. He will arrive shortly. Noah will take you backstage to prep for your performance tonight.”
Performing wasn't the plan. She opened her mouth to argue, but his stern look silenced her. He waved as though swatting a gnat, signaling it was time for them to move.
Noah led Alessandra down the nondescript corridor to the staging area. The dressing room contained a bank of lockers, racks of lingerie, and accessories. A long vanity counter ran across the far wall, topped with mirrored stations lit with halogen bulbs.
Noah removed a key from his pocket and opened a locker. He pulled out familiar sets of lingerie. The first was a strappy black number that made Alessandra flinch. She’d worn it for Drake when he debuted her in the club. Given her current state, Alessandra wasn’t sure either set would fit.
“There must be something appropriate for my fat ass.”
“Stop being so self-deprecating. You are beautiful and glowing. I wish we could experience parenthood.” Noah’s face fell.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I know you guys are struggling to find a surrogate.”
“And Jerry’s low sperm count means he can’t provide a sample. It was one thing to mix our sperm into embryos to make gorgeous interracial babies and both be the daddy. The knowledge that biologically I’m the father threw a wet blanket on the process. Jerry has more love to give than he thinks, but the tests offered him the perfect excuse. There are mixed feelings involved, and we're trying to figure things out.”
Alessandra hugged him. He sighed and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I’d be your surrogate if I wasn’t already expecting.”
“Don’t you even worry about that. If it’s meant to be, we’ll manifest it. Until then, I will spoil the hell out of your little girl.”
They returned their attention to the racks, pulling hanger after hanger until Noah gasped. He pulled a red lace babydoll that flared from the underbust down and a pair of matching cheeky underwear.
“What do you think of this? It will show off your adorable belly while looking sexy as sin.”
Alessandra pulled it from his hands. “I’m all up for comfort these days. To be honest, I haven’t felt sexy for a while. So it might be nice.”
“Yes. Embrace the life-bearing goddess you are tonight.”
Noah handed Alessandra a card once she finished changing. Butterflies flapped in her stomach as she read the two lines:
Dance for me. Put on a good show.
“Good luck.” Noah kissed her on the cheek and pushed her toward the curtain.
“Welcome, a special guest, to the stage,” the MC announced.
Alessandra’s heart pounded in time with the music. It wasn’t anything cliché like a Def Leppard song—that was overused in the movies when a guy or girl was raunchily dancing, and water dumped on top of them, showing hardened nipples through a white T-shirt.
No, the song was one that made her ache for Drake. Alessandra closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the rhythm for a moment before sauntering to the pole. She grabbed it with her right hand and twirled around it—once, twice. She put her other hand on the pole and let the audience see her ass as she gyrated her hips to the beat, dropping low. She popped up, spun around, and ground against the pole with her arms raised over her head. Appreciative cheers sounded from the audience, but this was for her—not them.
She grabbed the pole again, crossed her front leg over, and jumped, doing a fireman spin, which was more difficult with a baby bump than expected. She completed her pole moves with a fan kick and dropped to the stage in the splits.
Alessandra pushed herself on all fours and crawled like a cat toward the audience. The crowd cheered with approval, and several bills were thrown on the stage, completing the scene. The reception she received was empowering.
She made the mistake of looking up, and her heart leapt into her throat. Mask or not, she knew those intense brown eyes staring at her. Drake’s rapt attention made her twitch. His jaw was so tight, as though he were barely holding back from grabbing her off the stage.
