She started to sing. She had a hell of a voice. Soon, she was clutching the microphone and was lost in the song.
Snyder watched her with a smile. Bruno appeared at his side.
“I want to drag her off there,” Georgie whispered fiercely.
“We’ll get her free. Soon.”
Georgie twisted her hands together. “How much damage will Snyder inflict in the meantime?”
I hugged her closer. “Stay strong. She’ll be alive. That’s what counts.”
Georgie grabbed my hand and nodded.
Soon, Shandy had finished her set, to fervent applause. I watched Snyder hustle her into his office, along with a heavyset guy in a suit, and Bruno. Bruno was staring at Shandy’s ass.
“The big guy is one of Snyder’s business partners,” Bastian murmured.
Georgie’s devastated face said what we all knew. That Shandy would suffer behind that door.
The music from the DJ was pumping again. There wasn’t a spare inch on the dance floor.
I caught Alessio’s gaze. “Can you find a way to help the singer without tipping Snyder off?”
Alessio nodded. “I’m on it.”
“I’ll try and talk with a few bartenders,” Cole said.
Bastian nodded. “I’ll talk with the hostess.”
I stood. “Come on.” I pulled Georgie up. She needed a distraction, or she’d just sit there and worry.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To dance.”
Her eyes widened. “You dance?”
“No, but I will for you.”
Now her face softened.
The crowd parted for me as I pulled her into the throng. I found a space and pulled Georgie close, flush against my chest.
She was tense, but she slid her arms around my neck and pressed into me.
I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Just listen to the music.”
Holding her close, I swayed to the music. I didn’t dance, but holding her was no hardship. She started to move, her face pressed to my chest.
“Just feel,” I told her.
Damn, I felt every inch of her against me. Every move, every brush, sent sensation through me. She slowly relaxed, and I pressed my face to her hair and wished she wasn’t wearing that damn wig. My hands drifted down and cupped her ass.
She shivered against me and tipped her head back. Those pink lips beckoned, and I lowered my head. I took my time, kissing her, exploring every inch of her mouth. Desire kept growing, arcing between us.
These days with her…it felt like she’d brought me back to life. Being with her had injected energy and emotion into everything.
I slid a thigh between her legs and although I couldn’t hear it over the music, I knew a breathy sound escaped her lips.
