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“Then show me,” his deep, velvety voice purrs. “Be a good boy and dance with me.” When I don’t move out of pure paralysis from being in his presence, he slides a possessive hand down my side and grabs my ass.

Oh my god.He’s hard. He’s hard against me. Hard for me?

“That wasn’t a question, Isaiah. Dance with me1.”

I don’t know who I am in this moment, but Dell somehow unglues me from the wall and places my shaking hands on his chest. I’m burning alive from his tenacious stare and the way his body rolls against mine. From the soles of my feet to the top of my head, I’m fully cooked, ready for any scrap of attention he’ll throw my way.

I’ve never danced with a man. I’ve never had a man built like a Greek god look at me the way he is—like he wants to devour and punish me at the same time. He holds me and dances like he did with Robyn.

Where is Robyn?I think, and turn my head to search for her.

A firm grip jerks my chin back, and I’m staring back into his chocolatey eyes. “I didn’t say you could look at her. You look at me.”

I swallow and nod because I’m fucking lost. I’m down bad.

“You’re not my client tonight, Isaiah. You’re just mine.”

1.The Mottoby Ava Max & Tiësto

Chapter 24

Can't Look Away

Robyn

“Is Coach gay?” Serwaa asks, gaping at the two men grinding on each other ten feet away from us. Then her drunk brain catches up to her. “Wait… that’s Isaiah. YoulikeIsaiah!”

“Yes, I’m aware,” I hiss. “And that other guy is my personal trainer!”

“That’s Dell? Gurl. Dat ass.”

“I know.”

My heart is beating stronger than the bass thundering through my body, and my panties are drenched. I thought Dell was giving me another dating lesson. Or, was he? God, I don’t know anymore. I’m in too deep and I can’t see the surface. What is he doing?

Dell catches my eye over Isaiah’s shoulder; smoldering, he shoots me a wink.

Is he… doing this on purpose? Trying to make me jealous? Trying to make Isaiah jealous?

Suddenly there’s a hand at my back, and I turn to find two men next to us. “Can we dance with you?” one asks. Both of them are your typical Philly/New Jersey nightclub type. Black T-shirts, gold chains, short, sculpted beards and eyebrows, and slicked back hair.

The guy with his hand on my back gives me a smile. Serwaa is already dancing with her stranger. “I’m a lesbian!” she shouts at him, but continues dancing. “So don’t get any ideas!”

I venture a glance back to Dell and he gives me theGo aheadnod and wink. What the fuck is his game plan here? I’m flummoxed.

Settling my back against the man because facing him seems way too personal right now, I dance the sexy and slightly boring way Dell has instructed me. Or maybe it’s just boring because I feel nothing for this dude behind me. I don’t even like his cologne. It’s too strong. It’s nothing like Dell’s minty scent or Isaiah’s heavenly coconutty beard oil.

I can’t look away from them.

That’s when Dell turns Isaiah around, and my heart plummets when my old friend’s eyes lock on mine and Dell whispers something in his ear.

Isaiah

“You want to be him right now, don’t you?” his deep voice purrs.

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me, Isaiah. It turns me off.”

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