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motion, her
silvered blonde hair extensions tumbling below her. The audience gasped as the spotlight found her, high up in the air, seeming to slide effortlessly, headfirst, down the pole; she heard them catch
their breath, their energy all focussed entirely on her and the moves she was making.
    Excitement rushed through her, the adrenalin of performance kicking in, blood flooding to her head with the inverted position.
    I’ve got them already, she knew. Now all I have to do is keep them with me . . .
    * * *
    Evie’s head was still spinning with excitement as she walked into her dressing room high on the success of her performance, the screams of applause, the people rising to
their feet at the front to whoop at her.
    And then she stopped dead.
    Natalie and Laura had stayed to congratulate her when she came off stage, but then shot home: they had a day-long workshop to teach the next day and were grateful to be gone. Evie had expected
the dressing room to be empty of everything but her own clothes and makeup. But sitting on the one chair in front of the narrow dressing table was Jerome, all six foot six of him, his long legs
stretched out and reaching nearly to the opposite wall. Beside him was a bottle of champagne, and as she entered, he reached down and picked up two brimming flutes, handing one to her. Evie took it
automatically.
    ‘To your good news,’ Jerome said, smiling a long sexy smile, leaning forward to chink his glass against Evie’s.
    ‘How did you know it was good news?’ Evie asked, taking a sip of the champagne.
    ‘Oh, I heard that crowd,’ Jerome said. ‘No way Sallie didn’t just tell you management’d be booking you in here again soon.’
    Evie nodded; despite her attempts to be cool, she knew she was grinning from ear to ear.
    ‘It went really well!’ she blurted out, her entire body fizzing with happiness. ‘Did you watch?’
    ‘ Oh yeah,’ Jerome said, grinning widely. ‘Up until you flicked off those shells on your boobs and threw them into the crowd. When I saw ’em all scrambling to catch
’em, I knew you’d nailed it.’ He took a drink from his glass. ‘And I went to get you some champagne to celebrate.’
    ‘Thank you,’ she said, overwhelmed. Evie hadn’t expected to be performing tonight, and she’d have called friends if she’d known, people to watch and hopefully to
toast her success afterwards; you needed that, the comedown process, after you’d knocked yourself out on stage. Especially if, like Evie and Jerome, your act wasn’t just breathtaking,
but potentially dangerous too.
    She was actually hugely grateful to Jerome for being here to congratulate her, to share a drink with her. Otherwise, she’d just have been folding up her tail, wiping off her body makeup,
and getting a very late L train home.
    But, meeting Jerome’s dark, slanted eyes, she had the sense that she wasn’t going home for some time yet . . .
    ‘Might as well close that door,’ Jerome said. ‘And why don’t you go ahead and lock it too?’
    Evie looked at him, fluttering her long fake silvered eyelashes.
    ‘And why would I want to do that?’ she asked him flirtatiously.
    ‘Because I thought you and I could get it on, babe,’ Jerome said frankly. ‘You feel like a little celebration?’
    Evie drank some more champagne, the bubbles tickling the back of her throat.
    Do I? she wondered. Am I ready for it? I still miss Lawrence so bad it hurts. But fuck it, Lawrence is probably screwing Autumn’s brains out. Maybe he’s doing her in the shower right
now, the way he did me. And Jerome’s so hot he sizzles.
    Evie turned round and leant against the flimsy wood dressing-room door, pushing it closed with her butt. Though Jerome was sitting and she was standing, he was so tall he was at eye level with
her, and she looked at him, taking her time. He was ridiculously handsome; slanting dark eyes, high cheekbones, a straight, flaring nose that drew the eyes down to his full lips,