And while I appreciate her going over the beginner but effective moves with me one more time before my set tonight my mind isn’t registering any of it.
It’s stuck back on the phone call with Oak
His deep sinfully delicious voice that oozes sex is on replay in my ears.
My thighs clench as my pussy pulses with a need I’ve never experienced before.
I don’t know what came over me to admit that to him. But I knew that I had to. He needs to know how I feel about him. He needs to know that I want him. And maybe if I continue to tell him, to tease him with what he could have then he’ll finally take off that armor of his. Yesterday I chipped some of it away, I know I did.
And I’m not going to stop until he’s completely defenseless against me.
Sasha snaps her fingers in front of my face. I rear my head back as I narrow my eyes at her. “What was that for?”
“For not paying any damn attention.”
I balk. “I so was.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes at me. “Then what trick was I demonstrating to you?”
I scammer through my brain for all the tricks that she’s taught me. I smile brightly and with full bravado reply, “The back hook.”
“The fact that you said that with so much confidence.” She shakes her head but fails to hide her amusement. “Cupcake, it was The Fairy.”
I smile sheepishly. “I know! I was just keeping you on your toes.”
“If that’s what you want to tell yourself,” she muses. Sitting down on the stage in front of me she then asks, “What man has you so distracted?”
“Who says it’s a man?”
She raises a brow. “You suddenly into women and didn’t tell me about it?”
“No.”
“Then what man has your head in the clouds?”
I glance off to the side and bite my lip. A terrible habit I’ve never gotten rid of. Sighing I look back at her and begin with asking her, “Do you remember the two guys who came in here like three weeks ago?”
She nods her head with a naughty grin. “You mean two of the hottest biker men I have ever been blessed to see?”
I chuckle softly. “Yeah, Snake and Oak.”
“Oak is the massive one, right?”
My smile goes soft as I sigh dreamily, “Yeah.”
“That,” she says accusingly while pointing at my face. “That’s what I’m talking about. The man who has you so distracted is the one I warned you about.”
“About that,” I begin, giving her a pointed look, “he doesn’t have a black heart.”
“Cupcake, a heart that hasn’t beaten in years is as good as dead.”
“It’s not dead,” I insist. I sigh, trying to think how to perfectly articulate the man beneath the rough exterior. “He just doesn’t know how, Sasha. He doesn’t know any other way.”
Her tone is gentle. “And you think you can show him that?”
“I do. Is that so naive for me to believe?”
She smiles at me and then lays her hand on top of mine and clasps with her fingers. “It’s not naive. But I do worry about you, Grace. You have such a big heart and I’m afraid that one day someone is going to destroy it.”
