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Some random guy jumped up on stage and began to dance with her. If Fly
The quick beat didn’t give room for mistakes and damn if she didn’t look like she was a natural. He found himself thoroughly enjoying her moves. Especially when she did a few James Brown spins. Wasn’t like she hadn’t picked up a few moves watching the dancers at Surf’s Up. He didn’t let that thought irk him. He had been working hard to get past the fact that dozens of men had seen her half naked and dozens more still might.
As the song ended, the crowd erupted. Laughing, Pink made her bows, handed the mic to the DJ, then curtseyed to her partner. He was in the same age range as Pink, tall, clean-cut, good-looking kid. The adoring lap dog type. The polar opposite of Fly
Grabbing his hand, Pink raised it up over their heads and called to the crowd, “Give it up for my man, Jamie O’Grady!”
“Pinky and the J man!” the DJ said, “Let’s get it on with some ‘Blurred Lines’!”
Pink laughed, shaking her head and moving toward their table.
“Hey, hey, you know you want it!” Jamie said, slipping his arm around her waist and guiding her back onto the stage.
Retrieving the mic, she looked over her shoulder to the crowd and said, “Do you want it?”
The pub erupted. Fly
Pink turned the prompter toward the crowd and held out the mic toward them. “Only if you all sing with me!”
The crowd roared and when Pink turned around and shook that sweet ass of hers to the beat, Fly
The lyrics were apropos. Pink was a good girl. But when Fly
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His gaze narrowed on the i
Pink turned, shook that ass he loved at him, and over her shoulder blew him a kiss as she sang the chorus, “You know you want it.”
Fly
With each turn and twist, each shake of her bottom, Fly
The song ended, and for the second time, Pink bowed to the cheers of the crowd. Jamie took her hand and kissed it then exited the stage. This time when she tossed the mic to the DJ, Pink ran from the small stage across the dance floor to their table, where she plopped breathless into the chair beside him.
Beaming happily at him, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Note the day and time! Special Agent Ryker is smiling!” He scowled and she pouted. “Aw, I knew it was too good to be true.”
Controlling the urge to pull her onto his lap and lay a big wet kiss on those pink bubble gum lips, claiming her in front of her adoring crowd, Fly
They both dug in. Fly
“So tell me what you bartered for all those years ago?” Fly
She popped a fry into her mouth and Fly
Fly
“Jimmy’s son Jamie was struggling with his math. Since I was a starving student, I tutored him.”
“The same Jamie who just mauled you onstage?”
Laughing, she dunked an onion ring into ranch dressing. “The same.”
“So what kind of math did a molester such as he struggle with?”
“Statistics.”
Wow. “What did you major in?”
“I double-majored. Art and legal studies. I start law school in the fall.”
You could have knocked Fly
“Where did you go after your mother died?” he asked.
“The foster system. I booked the day I turned eighteen.”
“You put yourself through college?”
“Yup.”
“I’m impressed.” Beyond impressed. She’d been dealt a shitty hand, and instead of allowing it to drag her down, she’d kicked its ass. Never once had she complained to him about her life’s hardships. She had just rolled up her sleeves and gotten to work. He was not worthy.
“You should be, I’m not just a ding-dong cocktail server at a strip bar.”
He reached for her hand, then retracted his, remembering her “no touch” condition. “I never thought you were a ding-dong.” He chuckled. “But I did meet you at a strip club.”
“Indeed you did, and I’m damn good at what I do.”
“You’ll get no argument from me on that.” Fly
She smiled, her dimple popping. “Maybe a little.”
“What parts?”
“Knowing I have something men want but can’t have. Then there’s the part of me that gives my father the single finger salute each time I put that bikini on. I make no apologies for those feelings.”
“You shouldn’t.” His comment surprised him, but he meant it. That was part of who she was. To tamp it down would be akin to trimming a bird’s wings.