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He nods. “Yeah. It was nothing. I’m all better now.”
“Good.”
Nodding again, he steps back and taps the bar with his knuckles, turning as if he’s about to walk away.
“Don’t you want a drink?” I ask, attempting to keep him here a little while longer.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good.”
With that, he leaves and joins Nate, Xavi, Carter, Frankie, Taylor or Tina, and some other people on the dance floor. Pulling his mask into place, Easton dances with them as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, and another piece of my heart breaks off.
A little while later, Micah, one of the male dancers, steps off his podium and walks over to the bar. I pass him a bottle of water and a towel, and he thanks me, wiping the sweat from his face. He’s shirtless, as are all the other male dancers. The femaledancers are all wearing some type of bodysuit, some more revealing than others.
“Megan, I need a break,” Micah rasps.
She nods, tipping her chin at me. “Adam, you’re up. Trade places with Micah.”
I widen my eyes at her in horror.What the bloody hell does she mean by that?
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s your turn on the podium.”
“Absolutely not.” I shake my head. “I’m not getting up there.”
She ignores me. “Shirt off, cutie.”
“Megan, come on. You can’t be serious.”
“We all do it.” She shrugs, lifting her shirt to reveal a teal blue bodysuit underneath. “You want the job or not?”
Micah comes around behind the bar to take my place, giving me a little smack on the hip with an encouraging smile. “Thirty minutes. You got this,cutie.”
I’m still shaking my head, turning to search for Easton in the crowd. When I spot him, I’m outraged to find a sneaky little smirk on his face, his brows lifting in a silent challenge. A dare.
I grit my teeth, and he cocks his head.You wanna play or not?he mouths.
Growling under my breath, I pour myself a double whiskey and Coke, knock it back, and summon all the courage I have, which isn’t a lot.
“Atta boy,” Megan says as I pull my shirt off and make my way around to the dance floor.
As I pass Easton, I wedge myself between him and the several bodies surrounding him and press in close, my lips touching his ear. “I’m going to kill you.”
CHAPTER 17
EASTON
Easton
At least have the decency to block my number, you asshole.
The smirk on my face doesn’t slip as Adam backs away from me and steps onto the podium, his hands gripping the circular metal railing around him. He’s shirtless, his dark ripped jeans hanging low on his hips, his nickname for me sitting proudly on his chest for all to see. I’m tempted to take my shirt off too. To prove to everyone in this club that he’s mine and I’m his.I’mhis fucking sunshine.
I don’t do that though. Our game’s only just getting started, and there’s no way I’m breaking so soon. I want to make him sweat first.
He doesn’t let himself hesitate for too long. After a quick glance at the other podium dancers, he gets right into it, mimicking their movements and moving his hips to the beat of the music. He looks hot as fuck up there. Awkward and stiff ashell, but hot all the same. His awkwardness is what makes him so hot.
His body is beautiful, and I know I’m not the only one who notices. When Adam spots all the eyes on him—not just mine, but several others’—watching his every move, I see the instant regret on his face as he falters, his confidence waning.
