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He is everything to me, I realize.

Apollo bends down and scoops me up, still moving his lips over mine. He holds me close and whispers in my ear, “~Want a private dance?”~

Shivers explode all over my body, and I can barely breathe. He whisks me away, not letting me escape his tight grasp.

I grin into his neck. Looks like years working in a strip joint will shockingly pay off.

For the first time ever, I thank my bad life choices.

Chapter 31

I stare at him, and he stares at me.

My pulse is hammering against my neck, my breathing shallow and fast.

He carries me to his king suite. There is a massive bed in the middle of the dimly lit room, I faintly note through my brain haze.

This is happening?

This could turn south if he starts asking me questions. The lust haze could clear and make way for doubt.

“Who made your dress?” His voice is husky and hot.

The dreaded questions.

But the dress is killer.

I can play hardball too. I am not going to let this go south.

Smiling, I tilt my head at him like he always does to me. I can be coy and tempting just as well as he can. Seduction can go many ways. I can feel him putting up some walls which I will break down.

Time to step out of my comfort zone.

“Do you like it?” I ask as innocently as possible, doing a slight spin for him. “I think red is a confident color.”

He watches me, almost unsure how to take my sudden mood change. “Are you confident, then?” His voice is soft and harsh at the same time.

I give a throaty laugh. “~Oh,~ very,” I purr.

He closes his eyes for a moment then he pins me. “You know why I’m upset.”

I can still hear the music through the walls. His room is very close to the Great Hall.

“Stop the questions and dance with me,” I say with a grin that I know made men in the past do stupid things. I start swaying my hips, the champagne giving me some bold moves.

I close my eyes, thanking my lucky stars I have perfect rhythm. I start humming a song that is ~NOT ~of this world, just to add to the playfulness.

What song? “Close” by Nick Jonas.

Legit song.

I have a decent voice and I’m just barely mouthing the tune. I wonder if this world has heard anything close to pop music.

“What are you singing?” he asks in a low voice, black eyes glittering. He’s probably never heard that style of singing.

It’s seductive.

I laugh and shrug. “You like it?” I can hold a tune well. I actually impress myself. If he doubts me being from this world, this might confirm it.

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