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table. Just as he
stepped up on the tiny raised dais they turned up the bottle and
drained the last few drops.
    “Hello, ladies. I trust you enjoyed the
champagne?” He quirked an eyebrow at Alessia’s half full glass.
“Not your favorite?”
    “Ohh, he’s American.” A blonde woman cooed.
She batted her eyes up at him. A ploy that no doubted worked with
most men.
    Unfortunately for her, he liked his women
with more curves. Hell, her breasts wouldn’t fill one hand. He
turned to Alessia and raised an eyebrow at her.
    “No. No. We enjoyed the bottle. I would ask
you to sit and share some, but it’s all gone.”
    “No problem. We’ll just have to order another
bottle.” He sat beside her.
    She tried to move away from him, but there
wasn’t anyplace to go. The table was full to the point of bursting.
Her heat soaked his black slacks. He moved his arm behind the back
of the seat and let his hand rest on the edge of her shoulder. She
jumped at the slight contact.
    “So what are we celebrating tonight?” he
asked the table as a whole.
    “Alessia’s promotion to show producer,” said
the platinum blonde next to Alessia.
    “Congratulations.” He smiled down at her.
    “It’s only temporary.” She waved at her
friends trying to calm down the happy group.
    “Until you rock the Incognito show. Then
they’ll give you the position, permanently.” The blonde next to
Alessia flipped her hair over her shoulder and let out a little
giggle. “Besides, no one wants Aldof back.”
    “Shh.” Alessia hushed the woman.
    “Is it some big secret?” Christopher asked in
quieter tones.
    Alessia bit her bottom lip. She rolled the
plump piece of flesh between her teeth.
    “No, but it’s just not public knowledge, and
I’d rather it didn’t become that until after the show.”
    “One day—” one of the women piped up.
    “More like twenty three hours,” Alessia
corrected.
    This wasn’t working. He needed to get her
alone. With him being the only man in the group, all eyes were on
him. Every move of his fingers, every twitch of his hands was being
watched by at least one of the women. Probably more.
    “Dance?” he asked quirking an eyebrow at
Alessia.
    She looked as if she was about to say no when
one of the women sitting next to her pushed her up into his
hand.
    “Go,” more than one of the women told
her.
    Alessia slipped her tiny purse across her
chest. The actual pouch stayed at her hip. She placed her hand
lightly on his. His hard fingers closed around her soft flesh. He
pushed her in front of him and guided her to the dance floor. When
they stepped on the floor he turned her to face him. The music was
a bold, steady beat. He pulled her close and rocked his hips into
her. It took a second for her to catch his rhythm. He bit the
inside of his lips as she rocked against him. His cock hardened at
the warm heat coming from beneath her tiny denim skirt.
    Christopher grabbed her waist. He worked his
hands into the band of her skirt and let his fingers graze her
skin. He eyed her keys on the side of her purse. Exactly what he
needed. Dropping his arm to his side, he pulled out a small bit of
wax from his pocket. He palmed it then reached around her again.
Pulling her back onto him, he made an impression of a key. In a
fast move he spun her away, slipped the wax into his pocket and was
ready for her when she spun back to him. The move crushed her
against him with her back pushed into the front of him. She rubbed
her ass against him. His cock throbbed against the thin fabric of
his slacks. Every brush against her made him harder.
    Okay, maybe it was time for plan B.
     

 
Author Bio
     
    An action movie buff with a penchant for all
things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for
adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance.
Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have
appeared on bestseller lists,  been nominated for awards, and
won contests.  When she’s not