Game's Over: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

latter could even be close to the realm of possibility, but a nagging voice in his brain told him that even if she didn’t seem interested in him, that didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in anyone else. Which put Grant in the place where he just had to have Vivica fall for him. It was a matter of pride and one of principle.
    He sprawled down on one of the plush white leather couches, looking around sort of bored. He thought running in the contest would be much more fun. He’d never done it himself, but he’d made a point during all the years previous to that one to do at least ten of the contestants. And now that they were trickling in, all of them, each one looking more gorgeous than the other, Grant could only look up and mentally compare them to Vivica and find them all wanting.
    It was nearly absurd, and maddening at the same time. Here he was, in a room that looked as though Playgirl had coughed it up, and all he could think of was of an enigma with an attitude problem. There was clearly something wired a little differently in his brain. Zenobia wasn’t yet there, nor was Wes, but even if they had been, Grant didn’t think he’d ever bother going to the bar. What was the point? It wasn’t like he was in love with Zenobia. Grant didn’t do love.
    He looked around idly, checking his watch every few minutes to see whether there was any chance that Vivica might skip the contest after all, but he needn’t have worried. A minute to midnight, she finally walked through the curtains of the backstage with the same elegant stiffness that she had had the previous night before her performance, and a spark ignited in Grant’s belly. Vivica’s eyes fixed on him immediately, only a split second, but Grant grinned nonetheless. So that was how it was gonna be, huh? Good to know. He could work with that.
    He stood from the couch, but Vivica was already gone. Where, Grant had no idea, but he would think about that later. He was still the first in line and he had to open the show. Grant didn’t mind going first, but he would’ve liked for Vivica to be there to see him. At least she made it there before his performance. What that meant, or if it meant anything at all, Grant didn’t really want to dwell on it. He didn’t like thinking too much, it made everything complicated.
    “Hey,” he asked of Tasha, a moment before stepping on stage. “Can I change my song?”
    Tasha eyed him up and down until Grant squirmed under the scrutiny. It was as though she knew he was up to something.
    “That’s your shot,” she said finally. “Talk to the DJ and make it quick, will you? You’re not the only one in the running.”
    Grant nodded quickly, ducking his head with a bashful mannerism that usually made women melt and whipped around to whisper in the DJ’s ear before walking on stage. The lights were off, and Grant walked to the center of the stage, his back to the crowd and pressed up against the cold metal of the pole.
    One way, or another, I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha…
    He hoped the message was subtle enough. Grant didn’t check to see whether Vivica was looking, but there were monitors everywhere. Even in the goddamn bathroom. She was going to see him. Whether Vivica picked up the challenge or not, well, one could hope. Grant moved sensually, acting out the lyrics of the song, his hips swaying and gyrating. He shuffled back, ass against the pole, his legs spread obscenely wide. Grant slowly unfastened his shirt, which was already loose at the throat, until it hung in a teasing V, baring his hard golden muscles to the world.
    There was a cute girl two rows from the front basically salivating, and Grant locked eyes with her for a moment or two, enjoying the cat and mouse game. But when he turned his back to the crowd, one arm around the pole and his legs to the side, curving around it as he spun around to the chorus, he found himself staring into deep pools of chocolate brown eyes at the other end of the