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about me.”
    And with that, she was gone.
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    Grant gaped at the spot Vivica had just vacated. He was left in equal measure hot, bothered and annoyed. He knew Vivica wanted him. He had seen her looking, he had seen the aftermath of his performance. Grant knew what kind of effect he’d had had on her.
    So what was that all about? It couldn’t be just because Vivica wanted to play hard to catch. There was something about her that told Grant things went deep, way below the surface when he was concerned. He just couldn’t quite figure out what, yet. And he also couldn’t explain why he cared so much. It wasn’t like Grant cared about her. Grant didn’t care about people, not really. So, he didn’t really care about Vivica.
    Then why was he standing up to follow?
    Vivica was already on stage when Grant managed to catch up with her. Once again, Grant had no idea what happened in her brain when she walked on stage, because if he hadn’t been talking to her a moment ago, he would’ve sworn that her evil twin was taking the stage right then and there.
    Vivica ripped her shirt off with no ceremony, twirling it around in a makeshift rope to hook around the pole as she swayed. The metal studs in her nipples were slightly bigger, shaped like small arrows, and gleamed under a shower of glitter. Grant swallowed. Fuck. He was well and truly fucked. At least metaphorically speaking. Vivica looked straight at him as she lowered herself on her knees, the pole in between her legs. Her eyes bore into Grant’s as she gripped the pole with both hands, stroking it as she would a huge cock while she dragged herself up again, her tits and pussy pressing hotly against the thick rod.
    “Fuck.” Grant’s throat was too dry for proper speech.
    Vivica tossed the shirt to the floor, one delicate hand skimming across her torso, glittery black nail polish that Grant hadn’t noticed up until that moment making the trip of her fingers easy to follow even with the pulsing lights. Her fingertips stopped an instant to tease her nipple before undoing the buckle of her belt
    I’m bringing sexy back.
    Vivica mouthed seductively to the words of the song, no longer looking at Grant as he slid the studded belt out of her denim shorts with one rapid move, using it to anchor herself to the pole as she did a full turn of the stage.
    Shit. Grant was starting to suspect that Vivica had some disassociative disorder or other. There were no other explanations in sight. Still, the mystery that was her hot/cold game kept him on his toes, kept him wanting.
    Grant wondered if that was what it was all about. Just a game to see how long Grant would wait, if he would take the time to figure her out. Unless she was one of those stuck up women who thought she was too good for anyone.
    A crazy thought flitted through his mind. Maybe he could ask Zenobia whether she knew Vivica at all, but he didn’t fancy his chances to get anywhere near Zenobia without Wes using his ass to wipe the floor. Wes hadn’t looked like he appreciated Grant’s presence at his club—and there was also the problem that he didn’t think they were working that night.
    Still, short of asking Tasha—and to be honest, she sort of frightened him; she looked like she could eat him alive—Grant was running out of options.
    On stage, Vivica spun around to face the crowd, her thigh wrapped around the pole as she danced. The fabric dipped just a touch, low enough for Grant to see a hint of the shadowy crease of her ass. Then, still wrapped around the bar, Vivica leaned back, bending almost double until she could place her hands on the stage beneath her. Vivica’s fingers brushed the floor, then, holding herself with her knees, she reached up and slipped a hand into the waistband of her shorts.
    Grant groaned and instinctively reached underneath his robe to fondle his hardening cock through the fabric of his G-string. In a distant corner of his mind, he could see Vivica spread out