“I can’t decide with you looking at me. Too much pressure.”
“Too much pressure?” I quirk a brow at her, staring her down. “Really?”
“Don’t look at me!” Quinn laughs.
“What? I want to watch you sing. Hell, I’ve watched you sing before.”
“That’s before youknewwho I was.”
“Wait.” I set my drink down and lean forward. “Are you nervous?”
“Kind of. I want to impress you.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
“You’re the biggest pop star in the world, Quinn. You’ve played sold-out crowds at Madison Square Garden and Wembley.”
“Are you tracking my tour dates?” she asks, cocking a hip as her chosen song starts playing in the background.
“I only know these things from Harper and Stevie. They’re big fans of yours.”
“They are? Not you?”
“I mean…” I hold my thumb and forefinger together, leaving a little space between them. “I’m kind of a fan.”
“Kind of? That’s all?”
“I don’t know.” I lean back in my seat and rest my ankle on my knee. “I haven’t had a performance to really solidify if I’m your number one fan.”
“Alright, alright.”
“No more delays, Quinn. I want a private performance.”
Quinn shakes her hands out in front of her, and seeming to change her mind, queues up a different song. It’s a familiar upbeat tune, but I can’t peg it.
Quinn’s entire face lights up as she starts dancing around the tiny stage to the Whitney Houston classic.
Holy shit. It’s only the two of us in this tiny room, but I don’t know if these walls can contain the notes she’s belting out.
Fuck. She is incredible. Goose bumps break out on my skin as I watch her perform, singing her heart out about dancing withsomebody. She’s mesmerizing. Sure, I saw her perform at the gala, but that was before.
Before I knew that she was Quinn.
Now?
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of watching her do what she was so clearly born to do. It makes me hate that jackass Eric even more for putting her through all this shit.
She winks at me as she keeps singing and I am a goner for this woman. As the song ends, I pop up and start cheering.
“Hell, yeah! I’m your number one fan, Quinn! Woo!”
She laughs, dropping the mic onto the stand with the music.
“I like seeing you in fan mode,” she says.
I pull her into my arms and press a kiss to her forehead. “Get used to seeing it, because I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
“Good.”
