brief kiss across her lips. “So don’t be getting something in your head that it’s anything more than professional interest.”
Brandi nodded but she said, “Are you sure? You wouldn’t be messing around on me, right?”
“Of course not, baby. You’re my number one girl.” The lie tripped easily from his tongue, but there was a certain amount of truth to it, too. Brandi was the kind of girl he could potentially see a future with, whereas Raquel was just an exciting diversion.
Satisfied, Brandi settled against his chest. “She seems like a cool person. I mean, she has this slight edge to her, like she’s holding back something, but when she went out on stage, she really went all out. I was kind of impressed.”
“A natural,” he mused. “How did the other girls take to her?”
“The usual. Raquel was a bitch and Capri was a chattering twit, fawning all over her with that little bubblegum voice of hers, and Big Jane was no-nonsense. I didn’t pay attention to anyone else.” Brandi looked him in the eye. “And what about you? How’s the new guy? He any good?”
“Yeah, he’s decent. He said he worked for Grind. That’s pretty impressive cred.”
“I know someone who goes to Grind all the time. Want me to ask around if they know about him?”
“Yeah, baby, that’s real smart.”
Brandi snuggled in tighter and yawned, but before she could fall asleep, Angelo nudged her. “Time to go home, baby-girl. You know I can’t sleep with anyone else in the bed.”
Brandi groaned and sleepily rose to a sitting position with a pout. “But I’m so tired,” she complained, rubbing her eyes. “Why can’t I just stay?”
“Because I want our time together to be special and something I look forward to. If we start living together...that’s a death sentence, baby.”
She knew this wasn’t an argument she would win and she knew better than to push it. He slapped her ass as she climbed from the bed and grudgingly dressed.
“That’s my girl. Make sure you lock up when you leave.”
“Sure,” she mumbled and made her way downstairs.
He listened as she exited the house and then drove away.
Grabbing his cell, he sent a quick text.
Product in hand. Party set.
Extremely satisfied with how the day had ended, he fell asleep within minutes.
CHAPTER 7
S haine tossed back the shot purchased for him and grinned with a wink directed at the cute coed who was trying to get his number.
Miami was a happening place with everything from drag queens to supermodels milling around. Everyone had the same agenda, and Shaine’s goal was to circulate, so he happily flirted, charmed and lied his way around every female that came within two feet of him.
And he’d just hit the jackpot.
“There’s a party over at the warehouse. Wanna come?”
“I don’t know... What kind of party is it?” Shaine said with a shrug, playing hard to get. He knew just how to twist women into doing exactly what he wanted. Poppy had once called it a diabolical skill and he hadn’t disagreed.
However, the one time he’d needed it to work, it’d blown up in his face.
Yeah, don’t go there. Not now.
He pushed that particular memory away and refocused on the blonde in front of him.
“It’s going to be epic. DJ Raven is spinning tracks. It’s going to be off the hook.”
“Yeah?”
“And who knows...you might get lucky,” she said suggestively, leaning over the bar, giving Shaine a good, unobstructed view of her ample breasts.
“Tempting.” He pushed a pen and napkin her way. “Write down the address.”
She grabbed the pen and his hand, scribbling an address on his palm with girly loops and swirls before pressing a kiss to the center of his hand with a tiny dart of her tongue. “I hope to see you there. I’m Carly, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Carly.” He waited a beat, then said, “I’m Rocco.”
“Yeah, I know.”
That was interesting. “Have we met before?”
“No, but I’ve heard about you.
Brandi nodded but she said, “Are you sure? You wouldn’t be messing around on me, right?”
“Of course not, baby. You’re my number one girl.” The lie tripped easily from his tongue, but there was a certain amount of truth to it, too. Brandi was the kind of girl he could potentially see a future with, whereas Raquel was just an exciting diversion.
Satisfied, Brandi settled against his chest. “She seems like a cool person. I mean, she has this slight edge to her, like she’s holding back something, but when she went out on stage, she really went all out. I was kind of impressed.”
“A natural,” he mused. “How did the other girls take to her?”
“The usual. Raquel was a bitch and Capri was a chattering twit, fawning all over her with that little bubblegum voice of hers, and Big Jane was no-nonsense. I didn’t pay attention to anyone else.” Brandi looked him in the eye. “And what about you? How’s the new guy? He any good?”
“Yeah, he’s decent. He said he worked for Grind. That’s pretty impressive cred.”
“I know someone who goes to Grind all the time. Want me to ask around if they know about him?”
“Yeah, baby, that’s real smart.”
Brandi snuggled in tighter and yawned, but before she could fall asleep, Angelo nudged her. “Time to go home, baby-girl. You know I can’t sleep with anyone else in the bed.”
Brandi groaned and sleepily rose to a sitting position with a pout. “But I’m so tired,” she complained, rubbing her eyes. “Why can’t I just stay?”
“Because I want our time together to be special and something I look forward to. If we start living together...that’s a death sentence, baby.”
She knew this wasn’t an argument she would win and she knew better than to push it. He slapped her ass as she climbed from the bed and grudgingly dressed.
“That’s my girl. Make sure you lock up when you leave.”
“Sure,” she mumbled and made her way downstairs.
He listened as she exited the house and then drove away.
Grabbing his cell, he sent a quick text.
Product in hand. Party set.
Extremely satisfied with how the day had ended, he fell asleep within minutes.
CHAPTER 7
S haine tossed back the shot purchased for him and grinned with a wink directed at the cute coed who was trying to get his number.
Miami was a happening place with everything from drag queens to supermodels milling around. Everyone had the same agenda, and Shaine’s goal was to circulate, so he happily flirted, charmed and lied his way around every female that came within two feet of him.
And he’d just hit the jackpot.
“There’s a party over at the warehouse. Wanna come?”
“I don’t know... What kind of party is it?” Shaine said with a shrug, playing hard to get. He knew just how to twist women into doing exactly what he wanted. Poppy had once called it a diabolical skill and he hadn’t disagreed.
However, the one time he’d needed it to work, it’d blown up in his face.
Yeah, don’t go there. Not now.
He pushed that particular memory away and refocused on the blonde in front of him.
“It’s going to be epic. DJ Raven is spinning tracks. It’s going to be off the hook.”
“Yeah?”
“And who knows...you might get lucky,” she said suggestively, leaning over the bar, giving Shaine a good, unobstructed view of her ample breasts.
“Tempting.” He pushed a pen and napkin her way. “Write down the address.”
She grabbed the pen and his hand, scribbling an address on his palm with girly loops and swirls before pressing a kiss to the center of his hand with a tiny dart of her tongue. “I hope to see you there. I’m Carly, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Carly.” He waited a beat, then said, “I’m Rocco.”
“Yeah, I know.”
That was interesting. “Have we met before?”
“No, but I’ve heard about you.
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