King's Passion by Adrianne Byrd Page A

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get off me!” With the strength of Super Woman she shoved Eamon back, but it was the shock of the sudden maneuver that sent him tumbling back and tripping over the corner of his desk. The next thing everyone saw was his hands and feet flying into the air. When he hit the floor, he hit it hard.
    BAM!
    â€œOomph!”
    Victoria winced and then leaned forward to peek over the desk to see if he was still conscious. He was and looking around like he was still trying to process what had just happened.
    â€œNext time, keep your hands to yourself!” She snapped her head as if she’d just given him a really good piece of her mind and then jerked back toward her cousin. “Let’s go!”
    Grace’s wide gaze shifted down Victoria’s body and then pulled at her own top.
    Picking up her signal, Victoria glanced down and saw that half her right breast hung out the low-cut V of her dress. Like a runaway brush fire, Victoria’s entire face became enflamed with embarrassment. But she tucked herself back in, lifted her head and stormed out of the office like a level-five hurricane.
    â€œVictoria, wait up,” Grace called after her.
    However, slowing down was the last thing Victoria wanted to do. She wanted to hurry and get out of that place as fast as possible. She burst out the back of the club only to be blasted by some hard-bass music booming from the surrounding speakers. She pressed her fingers into her ears and kept moving, but then the woman on stage in front of her caught her attention and her angry strides slowed.
    The woman on the golden pole was amazing. She couldn’t even begin to understand how it was even possible for someone to hold themselves upside down with one leg while twirling around. Then she stopped, folded herself back up while her legs split open into a perfect V. It was erotic beyond belief, yet at the same time graceful. Slowly, she glided down the pole until she gently settled down into the textbook full split. Then the dancer did something that she’d never seen before. Somehow she was able to make both butt cheeks pop, then one at a time.
    â€œHow in the world?”
    Just then that Quentin character she met earlier turned his head and caught her checking out the show. He flashed those dangerous dimples at her and waved.
    â€œOoooh,” Grace said from behind her. “Now, I wouldn’t mind five minutes alone in the back with that one.”
    Victoria groaned as shame and embarrassment part deux washed over her with even bigger waves.
    â€œAre you ladies sure that you don’t want to audition?”Quentin yelled above the music. “We’re always looking for more talent.” He winked.
    â€œLet’s get out of here,” Victoria said and then turned for the door. After a few steps, she realized that Grace wasn’t behind her. Rolling her eyes and huffing out a frustrated sigh, she marched back, grabbed Grace by the arm and dragged her out of the club before Quentin convinced her to jump on that pole and quite possibly break her neck.
    â€œOooooh. He was cute,” Grace panted. “Did you see him?”
    â€œYes. I saw him. Beware of wolves in sheep’s clothing.” She shoved open the glass door.
    â€œYou mean sort of like that gorgeous wolf that pawed your breasts out of your dress in the back office?”
    Victoria cut her gaze over at cousin. “So if I jumped off a bridge would you do it, too?”
    Grace blinked.
    â€œExactly. Get in the car.” Victoria rolled her eyes and opened her door. But before she could hop in behind the wheel, she saw King—she didn’t even know which brother he was—jog out of The Dollhouse and head toward her. “Get in the car, Victoria,” she mumbled under her breath and wasted no time doing just that.
    â€œMs. Gregory, wait up!”
    Victoria slammed her door and locked it just as Eamon reached it