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uncomfortable movement.
    “She is seriously hot.”
    I want to murder him. Right here, right now. Dead.
    “These seats are uncomfortable,” I lie, and he gives me a cocked eyebrow letting me know he’s not buying my story either.
    She disappears off the stage, and a brunette wielding hula hoops comes front and center and starts to showcase her less than stellar talent. Compared to the number before hers, it hardly seems fair.
    After five minutes of watching the hula hoops glide over the woman’s body, I’m ready to make my way backstage. I don’t care if I get kicked out. Just before I stand, the music changes once more and hula-girl exits stage right just in time for Tiffany to come back onstage dressed like Marilyn Monroe.
    Holy Shit.

    S he’s wearing the iconic white dress and blonde wig. Her lips are painted a bright red and if that’s not enough she opens her mouth and begins to sing. The sound that comes out does something to me. She’s so talented, and I’m mesmerized. She twists and twirls making that fucking dress spin just enough to give us all a glimpse of her ass cheeks.
    I’m having heart palpitations. I akin this feeling to how those super crazy boy band fans feel except I’ve had this girl. Once wasn’t enough. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever get enough.
    Crazy talk?
    Perhaps.
    Do I care?
    Fuck, no.
    I have to have her, so I do what any normal guy would. I wait until the act ends, and I head toward the stage rooms. No more waiting. Everyone in the room saw her ass and that ass is about to be mine.

Tiffany
    I stare at myself in the giant stage mirror in front of me. My face is caked with makeup, and my lips are blood red. You would never be able to tell that I’m bone tired. Just as I reach for a tissue to wipe off the night, the door to the backstage dressing rooms swings open. My eyes widen as I take in the man stalking toward me. What the hell is he doing here ? Why is Dr. Chaplin in my dressing room? Oh my God…
    Did he see me perform?
    I can feel heat rush against my face, and I’m sure the color of my cheeks is bright crimson. “What are—”
    “What am I doing here?” He breathes out through flared nostrils as he makes his way to stand in front of me.
    “Umm, yeah,” I mumble. I’m so confused. Of all the places in the city, how is he here? I’ve been working here all these months, and I’ve never seen him. Even before I started dancing, I had been here working the bar and never had my worlds crossed. My eyebrow rises up. It doesn’t make sense now that they would.
    “Are you stalking me?”
    “No, Of course not.” His brows furrow as his eyes look to the left. “No, just a happy coincidence, but after that performance, maybe I need to.”
    The curve of his lip rises on the left side of his face, causing the most perfect grin to form. I melt. The look he’s giving me makes everything inside of me turn into a puddle of need.
    I shake my head back and forth, trying to get my head together. “Wait, what are you doing back here?”
    “Claiming what’s mine,” he says as he crashes his mouth against me.
    I try to break free, to understand how this all happened, but as his lip becomes one with mine, I’m completely lost in him. We’re devouring each other. Our mouths caressing, sucking, licking, biting each other…
    We can’t get enough.
    Pulling back, he looks down at me. “You’re so gorgeous. Look at you.” His strong hands turn me around. From behind, I can feel his tongue trailing at my neck. The breath leaving his body has goose bumps forming across my skin.
    He pushes me forward, and my body bends over the dressing table. I catch my image in the mirror in front of me. My eyes are huge and dilated. His hand grasps at my costume, pulling my skirt up and hiking it to expose my barely covered ass. I feel a tug on my crystal-encrusted thong, that was visible in my dance number.
    “Seeing this almost killed me. I almost jumped on stage and fucked you in