The woman turned, her gaze growing wide as she stared up at me, her jaw slack, and awe written all over her face.
“Wow,” she muttered, her cheeks blushing furiously as she took me in.
Normally, I would have thought this girl was pretty and probably flirted until I decided whether I wanted to take her on a date or just fuck her. But right now, her eyes were making me want to throw up. I didn’t want her to look at me. There was only one person I wanted to make blush and fuck and date...and she was not that person.
It was all I could do to put on my most charming smile, trying my best to hide how fucking annoyed I was, so I could get the information I wanted out of her.
“You were great out there tonight,” I told her, lying through my teeth since I couldn’t think of any performance—or performer other than my little dancer.
I was definitely going to be examining the crazy thoughts in my head...later.
But right now I was just going to run with them.
Her blush deepened, and then she coughed and the blush was replaced by a weird look on her face. Kind of like she’d been constipated for weeks and was about to burst.
“Thank you, hot stuff,” she said in a deeper voice.
Alright then...this was getting weird.
“The last dancer that performed...do you know where she is? I’d like to congratulate her too,” I told her quickly, before anything else happened...like she jumped me.
That had happened before.
The girl’s face fell, and her shoulders stiffened.
“I’m sure she left,” she replied in a flat voice.
Alright then. Apparently, they weren’t friends. Not that this woman seemed like a barrel of fun, but I couldn’t help but wonder why.
She was probably jealous of my girl because I was sure she couldn’t dance even one-tenth as good as her. No one could.
I guess the angel on stage could be a brat...or a bitch...
With talent like that, there was usually an ego.
I really didn’t fucking care, though. I’d fuck the brat right out of her if I needed to.
“She left?” I realized quickly that I sounded...desperate when the girl frowned and began to back up like she’d catch something nasty from me if she stood too close. “That’s just surprising she wouldn’t want to celebrate,” I added quickly.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, and I felt overwhelmingly defensive at her reaction considering I haven’t actually met my girl yet. “Come find me when you realize how disappointing ‘little miss perfect’ is in bed,” she threw over her shoulder.
Resisting the urge to tell her to fuck herself, I frantically searched the room for someone else to give me details about my girl.
The crowd parted and my eyebrow raised when Geraldine walked toward me next to an elegant older woman that moved like a stick had been shoved up her ass. I’d never seen someone with posture that straight.
My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it.
“Madame Leclerc, this is Camden James,” said Geraldine.
The woman eyed me speculatively, a gleam in her gaze that kind of made me want to run. She screamed “cougar”...a dangerous cougar judging by how tight her damn bun was. The uptight looking ones were always the scary ones.
I cocked an eyebrow at Geraldine, wondering what she was up to, and then I shot Madame Leclerc a smile.
“Camden James,” she purred. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I’m a big fan.”
Oh, that was unexpected. This woman didn’t exactly scream hockey fan.
“Dallas Knights fan?” I asked as I shook her cold, claw-like hand.